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Enter EDGAR.
My father watches :-O sir, fly this place;
Intelligence is given where you are hid ;
You have now the good advantage of the night:-
Have you not spoken 'gainst the duke of Cornwall ?
He's coming hither; now, i'the night, i'the haste,
And Regan with him ; Have you nothing said
Upon his party 'gainst the duke of Albany?
Advise yourself.

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:
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 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 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 faithd? 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 he deny his letter?-I never got him.

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

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;
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
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 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 his 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 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 seize on.

Edm. I shall serve you, sir,
Truly, however else.
Glo. 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 :-
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

VOL. XIV.

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.

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, 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.

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