Without the form of justice: yet our power Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men May blame, but not control. Who's there? The traitor? Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER. Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. Corn. Bind fast his corky arms. Glo. What mean your graces ?- Good my friends, confider You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. Corn. Bind him, I fay. Reg. [Servants bind him. Hard, hard :-O filthy traitor! Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Corn. To this chair bind him:-Villain, thou shalt find [REGAN plucks his beard. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis moft ignobly done To pluck me by the beard. Reg. So white, and such a traitor! Glo. Corn. Come, fir, what letters had you late from France? Reg. To whofe hands have you fent the lunatick king? Speak. Glo. I have a letter gueffingly fet down, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, And not from one oppos'd. Corn. Reg. Cunning. And falfe. Corn. Corn. Where haft thou sent the king? Glo. Reg. To Dover. To Dover? Waft thou not charg'd at thy peril Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course? Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Glo. Because I would not fee thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce fifter In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. The fea, with fuch a ftorm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it fhalt thou never :-Fellows, hold the chair:: Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. [GLOSTER is held down in his chair, while CORNWALL plucks out one of his eyes, and fets his foot on it. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give me fome help:-O cruel! O ye gods! Reg. One fide will mock another; the other too. Serv. Hold your hand, my lord, I have ferv'd you ever fince I was a child; How now, you dog? Reg. Corn. Corn. My villain! [draws, and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of anger. [draws. They fight. CORNWALL is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword.-[to another Serv.] A peafant ftand up thus! {fnatches a fword, comes behind, and ftabs him. Serv. O, I am flain!-My lord, you have one eye left To fee fome mifchief on him : -O! [dies. Corn. Left it fee more, prevent it :-Out, vile jelly! Where is thy luftre now? [tears out GLOSTER's other eye, and throws it on the ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my fon Ed mund ? Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, To quit this horrid act. Reg. Out, treacherous villain! Thou call'ft on him that hates thee: it was he Glo. O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd. Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Dover.-How is't, my lord? How look you? Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt :-Follow me, lady.Turn out that eyeless villain ;-throw this flave Upon the dunghill.-Regan, I bleed apace: Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your arm. [Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN;-Servants unbind GLOSTER, and lead him out. 1. Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to good. 2. Serv. If the live long, And, And, in the end, meet the old course of death, 1. Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam To lead him where he would; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing. 2. Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch fome flax, and whites of eggs, To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him! [Exeunt feverally. ACT ACT IV. SCENE I. The Heath. Enter EDGAR. Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd, The wretch, that thou haft blown unto the worst, Enter GLOSTER, led by an old Man. My father, poorly led?-World, world, O world! Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore years. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone : Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt. Old Man. Alack, fir, you cannot see your way. I ftumbled when I faw: Full oft 'tis seen, Old |