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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
To make thee seek it.

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

[Trumpets within Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he

comes: -

my land,

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
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, 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
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 bis practice; 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 feard of doing harm : make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please.- For you, 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.

Gio. 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,
Wherein we must have use of

your

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.

(Exeunt.

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SCENE II.-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. Prythee, 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, 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

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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

your

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;
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, --

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