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Glos.

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

master, , My worthy arch 1 and patron, comes to-night: By his 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 3 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 4) 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.' Glos.

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

(trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he

comes.

1 Chief.
3 Severe, angry.

2 Pight for pitched, resolved.
4 Hand-writing.

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.1

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. Re. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my

lord ? Glos. O, madam, my old heart is crack’d, is

crack'd ! Re. What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father named ? your Edgar?

Glos. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid !
Re. Was he not companion with the riotous

Re.

wenights my fathe

That tend upon my father?
Glos.

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

Yes, madam, he was. Re. 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 estate.

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 шу

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. Glos. He did bewray his practice; 1 and received This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Glos.

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.--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 seise on.
Edm.

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

For him I thank your grace. Corn. You know not why we came to visit

you, Re. Thus out of season, threading dark-eyed

night. Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize,?

1 He discovered his wicked design.
2 Weight, moment.

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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.
Glos.

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

[Exeunt.

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. Pr’ythee, 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 lily-livered, action-taking knave; a whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; onetrunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst 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 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 whoreson 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.

i Titles.
2 A character in the old moralities.

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