[To the Fool. Come, come, away. [Exeunt KENT, GLOUCESTER, and Fool, bearing off the KING. EDG. When we our betters see bearing our woes, He childed, as I father'd!-Tom, away! In thy just proof, repeals and reconciles thee. [Exit. you are going, to a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister:-farewell, my lord of Gloster. Enter Oswald. How now! Where's the king? Osw. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence: Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Get horses for your mistress. [Exeunt GONERIL and EDMUND. Go, seek the traitor Gloster, Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. [Exeunt other Servants. Though well we may not pass upon his life 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? Late footed in the kingdom? the rest of the dialogue. bpass-] See note (b), p. 600, Vol. II. corky arms.] That is, dry, withered arms. d Naughty lady,-] See note (a), p. 421, Vol. I. Let him first + [the course. CORN. Wherefore to Dover? GLO. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain. Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. GLO. He that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help!-O cruel!-O you gods! REG. One side will mock another; the other too. CORN. If you see vengeance,1 SERV. Hold your hand, my lord! I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; But better service have I never done you, Than now to bid you hold. REG. How now, you dog! 1 SERV. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? CORN. My villain! [Draws. (*) Old text, you have. His way to Dover.-How is 't, my lord? How CORN. I have receiv'd a hurt:-follow me, lady.-Turn out that eyeless villain ;-throw this slave Upon the dunghill.-Regan, I bleed apace: Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm. [Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN ;-Servants unbind GLOUCESTER, and lead him out." 2 SERV. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to good. 3 SERV. If she live long, And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters. [Bedlam 2 SERV. Let's follow the old earl, and get the To lead him where he would: his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing. 3 SERV. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites of eggs To apply to's bleeding face. him! (1) Old text, subscribe. Now, heaven help [Exeunt severally. -and lead him out.] In the folio the scene concludes here. |