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Glo.

Where is the villain, Edmund ? Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means

he could Glo. Pursue him, ho!-Go after. - [Exit Serv.]

By no means,—what? Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lord

ship; But that I told him, the revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond The child was bound to the father ;-Sir, in fine, Seeing how loathly opposite I stood To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion, With his prepared sword, he charges home My unprovided body, lanc'd mine arm : But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits, Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, Or whether gasted by the noise I made, Full suddenly he fled. Glo.

Let him fly far: Not in this land shall he remain uncaught; And found-Despatch.- -The noble duke my

master, My worthy arch2 and patron, comes to-night : By his authority I will proclaim it, That he, which finds bim, shall deserve our thanks, Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; He, that conceals him, death.

Édm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, And found him pight3 to do it, with curst4 speech [ threaten'd to discover him : He replied, Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think,

If I would stand against thee, would the reposal Of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee Make thy words faith'd? No: what I should deny (As this I would ; ay, though thou didst produce My very character,5) I'd turn it all

(1) Frighted. (2) Chief. (3) Pitched, fixed. (4) Severe, harsh. (5) Hand-writing

comes !

To thy suggestion, plot, and dämned practice :
And thou must make a dullard of the world,
If they not thought the profits of my death
Were very pregnant and potential spurs
To make thee seek it.
Glo.

Strong and fasten'd villain ! Would he deny his letter?- I never got him.

[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he 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, Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means To make thee capable.

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 godson 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 father? Glo.

I know not, madam : It is too bad, too bad.Edm.

Yes, madam, he was. Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected; 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,

(1) i. e. Capable of succeeding to my land.

To have the waste and spoil of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my sister
Been well inform'd of them; and with such cautions,
That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
Corn.

Nor I, assure thee, Regan.-
Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father
A child-like office.
Edm.

'Twas my duty, sir. Glo. He did bewray? his practice ;2 and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Glo.

Ay, my good lord, he is.
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Be fear'd of doing harm : make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please. --Foryou, Edmund,
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours;
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
You we first seize on.
Edm.

I shall serve you, sir,
Truly, however else.

Glo. For him I thank your grace.
Corn. You know not why we came to visit you,
Reg. Thus out of season; threading dark-ey'd

night.
Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize,3
Wherein we must have use of your advice :-
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of differences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home; the several messengers
From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.
Glo.

I serve you, madam : Your graces are right welcome. (Exeunt.

(1) Betray. (2) Wicked purpose.
(3) Weight

SCENE 11.-Before Gloster's castle. Enter

Kent and Steward, severally.
Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend : Art of the

house?
Kent. Ay.
Stew. Where may we set our horses ?
Kent. I'the mire.
Stew. Priythee, if thou love me, tell me.
Kent. I love thee.not.
Stew. Why, then I care not for thee.

Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.

Stew. Why dost thou use me thus ? I know thee not.

Kent. Fellow, I know thee.
Stew. What dost thou know me for?

Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threeguited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liverd, action-taking knave; a whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue ; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldest be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition.i

Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee!

Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou know'st me! Is it two days ago, since I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee before the king ? Draw, you rogue : for, though it be night, the moon shines ; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you : Draw, you whoreson cullionly barbermonger, draw.

(Drawing his sword.

Titles.

Stew. Away; I have nothing to do with thee.

Kent. Draw, you rascal: you come with letters against the king; and take Vanityl the puppet's part, against the royalty of her father : Draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks :-draw, you rascal ; come your ways.

Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!

Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand i you neat slave, strike.

(Beating him. Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder ! Enter Edmund, Cornwall, Regan, Gloster, and

Servants.
Edm. How now? what's the matter? Part.

Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please; come, I'll flesh you ; come on, young master.

Glo. Weapons ! arms! What's the matter here?
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives;
He dies that strikes again: What is the matter?

Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Corn. What is your difference? speak.
Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord.

Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee.

Corn. Thou art a strange fellow : a tailor make a man?

Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir; a stone-cutter, or a painter, could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade.

Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? - Stew. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have

spar'd, At suit of his grey beard,

Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter !-My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted2 villain into mortar, and daub

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(1) A character in the old moralities.
(2) Unrefined.

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