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Edg. I am sure on't, not a word.
Edm. I hear my father coming,-Pardon me :In cunning, I must draw my sword upon you :Draw: seem to defend yourself: Now quit you well Yield :-come before my father ;-Light, ho, here ! Fly, brother;— Torches! torches !--So, farewell.-,
[Exit EDGAR. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion
[Wounds his Arm. Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport.-Father! father! Stop, stop! No help?
Enter Gloster, and Servants with Torches. Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ?
Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon To stand his auspicious mistress :Glo. But where is he? Edm. Look, sir, I bleed. Glo. Where is the villain, Edmund?
Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he
couldGlo. Pursue him, ho !-Go after.—[Exit Sertants.]
By no means,—what? Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; 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 his 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 alarum'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:
Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent,
( As this I would ; ay, though thou didst produce
Glo. Strong and fasten’d villain !
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, he was.
Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected;
Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan.-
Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir.
Corn. Is he pursued ?
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Edm. I shall serve you, sir,
Reg. Thus out of season; threading dark-ey'd night.
From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend,
Glo. I serve you, madam :
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. A knave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundredpound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver’d, action-taking knave; a whorson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldest be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrelbitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.