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Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper; I would not be mad !
How now! Are the horses ready?
lord. Lear. Come, boy.
Fool. She that is maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut horter.
A Court within the Castle of the Earl of GLOSTER.
Enter EDMUND and CURAN, meeting.
Edm. Save thee, Curan.
Cur. And you, fir. I have been with your father; and given him notice, that the duke of Cornwall, and Regan his duchess, will be here with him to-night.
Edm. How comes that? , Cur. Nay, I know not: You have heard of the news abroad; I mean, the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but car-kissing arguments ?
Edm. Not I; 'Pray you, what are they?
Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany?
Edm. Not a word.
Edm. The duke be here to-night? The better! Best ! This weaves itself perforce into my
My father watches :-O lr, fly this place;
Upon his party 'gainst the duke of Albany ?
well. Yield :--come before my father ;-Light, ho, here!Fly, brother ;-Torches! torches !-So, farewell.
[Exit EDGAR. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion
[wounds his arm. Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport.-Father! father! Stop, stop! No help?
Enter GLOSTER, and Servants with torches. Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ?
Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out,
But where is he?
Where is the villain, Edmund ?
means, - what?
My unprovided body, lanc'd mine arm :
Let him fy far:
Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent,
Strong and fasten'd villain!
[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he comes :All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape ; The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom
May have due note of him; and of my land,
Enter CORNWALL, Regan, and Attendants. Corn. How now, my noble friend ? since I came hither, (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange news.
Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord ?
Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack’d, is crack'd! Reg. What did
my father’s godfon seek your life? He whom my father nam’d? your Edgar?
Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid !
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous knights That tend upon my
I know not, madam :
Yes, madam, he was.
Nor I, assure thee, Regan.-
father A child-like office. Edm.
'Twas my duty, fir.
Corn. Is he pursued ?
Ay, my good lord, he is.