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Without the form of justice: yet our power
Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.
consider You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends, Corn. Bind him, I say.
(Servants bind him. Reg.
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 bis beard, Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
do? Corn. Come, fir, what letters had you late from France? Reg. Be simple answer'd, for we know the truth.
Corn. And what confederacy have you with the traitors Late footed in the kingdom?
Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatick king? Speak.
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
Corn. Where haft thou sent the king?
Wherefore 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 see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce fister In his anointed Alesh stick boarish fangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur’d, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key; All cruels else subscrib'd :-But I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never :-Fellows, hold the
chair:Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. [GLOSTER is held down in bis chair, while CORNWALL
plucks out one of his eyes, and sets bis foot on it. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help: U cruel! O ye gods!
Reg. One fide will mock another; the other too.
Hold your hand, my lord :
How now, you dog?
Corn, Corn. My villain!
(draws, and runs at bim. 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 peasant stand
thus ! [fratches a sword, comes behind, and stabs bim. Serv. O, I am Nain!—My lord, you have one eye left To see some mischief on him :-0!
[dies. Corn. Left it fee more, prevent it:-Out, vile jelly ! Where is thy lustre now? (tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws it on the
ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless.--Where's my son Ed.
Out, treacherous villain !
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 Naye 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 bim out. 1. Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to good. 2. Serv. If the live long,
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 some flax, and whites of
eggs, To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!
Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
Enter GLOSTER, led by an old Man.
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 :
Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.
Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;