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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 bis 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 alaruni'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 arch and patron, comes to-night: By bis authority I will proclaim it, That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks, Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; He, that conceals him, death.
Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, And found him pight to do it, with curst speech I 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,) I'd turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned 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
Glo. Strong and fasten'd villain !
[Trumpets within Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he
All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
Enter Cornwall, REGAN, and Attendants.
hither, (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange
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 !
Glo. I know not, madam: It is too bad, too bad.
Edm. Yes, madam, be was.
Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected ; 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have tħe waste and spoil of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my sister
Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan.-
Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir.
Glo. He did bewray bis practice; and receiv'd
Corn. Is he pursued ?
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Edm. I shall serve you, sir,
Gio. For him I thank your grace.
advice: Qur 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.
SCENE II.-Before Gloster's castle.
Enter Kent and Steward, severally.
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.
Kent. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lilyliver'd, action-taking knave; a whorson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue ; one-trunk-ipheriting slave; one that wouldest be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a kuave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
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 knowest 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 whorson cullionly barber-monger, draw.
[Drawing his sword. Stew. Away; I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw, you rascal : you come with letters against the king; and take vanity the puppet's part, against the royalty of her father: Draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado
shanks :-draw, you rascal ; come your ways.
Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!
Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you peat 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;
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
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 ?