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intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;farewell, my lord of Gloster.
Enter STEWARD. How now? Where's the king ? Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him
hence : Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists 2 after him, met him at gate; Who, with some other of the lord's dependents, Are gone with him towards Dover, where they
boast To have well-armed friends. Corn.
Get horses for your mistress. Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
[Exeunt Goneril and Edmund. Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor
[Exeunt other Servants.
Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER. Re. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Corn. Bind him, I say. Servants bind him.
Hard, hard.—O filthy traitor!
(Regan plucks his beard. Glos. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.
Re. So white, and such a traitor!
France ? Re. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the
traitors Late footed in the kingdom ? Re. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic
Glos. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one that 's of a neutral heart,
And not from one opposed.
And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent the king ? Glos.
Wherefore To Dover? Wast thou not charged at perilCorn. Wherefore to Dover ? Let him first answer
that. Glos. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand
the course. Re. Wherefore to Dover ?
Glos. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endured, would have buoy'd up, And quench’d the stelled 1 fires; yet, poor old
heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Thou shouldst have said, “ Good porter, turn the
key;' All cruels else subscribed : 2---but I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never.-Fellows, hold the
Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
[Gloster is held down in his chair, while
Cornwall plucks out one of his eyes,
and sets his foot on it.
Re. One side will mock another : the other too.
Hold your hand, my lord :
How now, you dog? Ser. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?
Corn. My villain ! [draws, and runs at him. Ser. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of
[draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. Re. Give me thy sword.—[to another Ser.] A
peasant stand up thus ! (snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him. Ser. O, I am slain !-My lord, you have one eye
left To see some mischief on him :-0!
[dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it.-Out, vile
jelly! Where is thy lustre now?
[tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws it
on the ground.
Glos. All dark and comfortless.—Where's my
son Edmund ?
Out, treacherous villain !
smell His way to Dover.—How is ’t, my lord? How look
you? Corn. I have received a hurt :-follow me,
Give me your arm.
Gloster, and lead him out.
If she live long,