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Methinks, our pleasure might have been demanded,
had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Not so hot:
In my rights, By me invested, he compeers the best. Gon. That were the most, if he should husband
you. Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets. Gon.
Holla, holla! That eye, that told you so, look'd but a-squint.
Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
you to enjoy him?
Half-blooded fellow, yes. Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
[To Edmund. Alb. Stay yet; hear reason :-Edmund, I arrest
thee On capital treason; and, in thy arrest,
This gilded serpent: [pointing to Gon.]—for your
claim, fair sister,
prove it on thy heart,
Sick, 0, sick! Gon. If not, I'll ne'er trust poison. [Aside. Edm. There's my exchange: [throwing down a
glove.] what in the world he is
Alb. A herald, ho!
A herald, ho, a herald !
This sickness grows upon me,
Enter a Herald.
Alb. She is not well; convey her to my tent.
[Exit Regan, led. Come hither, herald, -Let the trumpet sound, And read out this. Off. Sound, trumpet.
[A trumpet sounds.
Herald reads. If any man of quality, or degree, within the lists of the army, will maintain upon Edmund, supposed earl of Gloster, that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear at the third sound of the trumpet: He is bold in his defence. Edm. Sound.
[1 trumpet. Her. Again.
[2 trumpet. Her. Again.
[Trumpet answers within.
What are you?
Know, my name is lost;
Which is that adversary?
Edg. What's he, that speaks for Edmund earl of
Draw thy sword;
Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name; But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, And that thy tongue some 'say of breeding breathes, What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn: Back do I toss these treasons to thy head; With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart; Which, (for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise,) This sword of mine shall give thein instant way, Where they shall rest for ever.-Trumpets, speak. [Alarums. They
fight. Edmund falls.
Alb. O save him, save him!
This is mere practice, Gloster :
Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it:--Hold, sir :Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:No tearing, lady; I perceive, you know it.
[Gives the letter to Edmund.
Most monstrous !
Ask me not what I know.
[Exit Goneril. Alb. Go after her: she's desperate; govern her.
[To an Officer, who goes out. Edm. What
you have charg'd me with, that have I
done; And more, much more: the time will bring it out; 'Tis past, and so am I: But what art thou, That hast this fortune on me? If thou art noble, I do forgive thee. Edg.
Let's exchange charity.