¶Enter Cornwall, and Regan, and Gonorill, and Bastard.
2060Corn. Po
st
speedily to my Lord your hu
sband
shew
¶him this
The army of France is landed, seeke out the vilaine Gloster.
¶Regan. Hang him in
stantly.
¶Gon. Plucke out his eyes.
2065Corn. Leaue him to my di
splea
sure, Edmũd keep
¶you our
si
ster
The reuenge we are bound to
¶take vpon your trayterous father,
Are not fit for your
¶beholding, adui
se the Duke where you are
To a
¶mo
st fe
stuant preparatiõ we are bound to the like,
Our
2070po
st
shall be
swift and intelligence betwixt vs,
Fare
¶well deere
si
ster, farewell my Lord of
Gloster,
¶Stew. My Lord of
Gloster hath conueyd him hence,
2075Some fiue or
sixe and thirtie of his Knights
¶hot que
strits after
him, met him at gate,
¶who with
some other of the Lords depen-
dants
¶are gone with him towards Douer, where they boa
st
¶to
haue well armed friends.
2080Corn. Get hor
ses for your mi
stris.
¶Gon. Farewell
sweet Lord and
si
ster.
Exit Gon. and Bast.
.
¶Corn. Edmund farewell. goe
seeke the traytor
Gloster.
¶Pinion him like a theefe, bring him before vs,
¶Though we may not pa
sse vpon his life
2085Without the forme of Iu
stice, yet our power
¶Shall doe a curte
sie to our wrath, which men
¶may blame
But not controule,
¶who
se there, the traytor?
¶Enter Gloster brought in by two or three,
2090Reg. Ingratfull Fox tis hee.
¶Corn. Bind fa
st his corkie armes.
¶Glost. What meanes your Graces,
¶good my friends con
sider,
You are my ge
sts,
¶doe me no foule play friends.
2095Corn. Bind him I
say,
¶Reg. Hard hard, O filthie traytor!
¶Glost. Vnmercifull Lady as you are, I am true.
¶Corn. To this chaire bind him,
¶villaine thou
shalt find---
2100Glost. By the kind Gods tis mo
st ignobly done,
¶to pluck me
by the beard.
Reg. ¶So white and
such a Traytor.
¶Glost. Naughty Ladie,
¶the
se haires which thou do
st raui
sh from
2105Will quicken and accu
se thee, I am your ho
st.
¶With robbers hands my ho
spitable fauours
¶You
should not ruffell thus, what will you doe.
¶Corn. Come
sir,
¶what letters had you late from
France?
2110Reg. Be
simple an
swerer, for we know the truth.
¶Corn. And what confederacy haue you with the tra
¶tours late
footed in the kingdome?
¶Reg. To who
se hands
¶you haue
sent the lunatick King
speake?
2115Glost. I haue a letter ge
ssingly
set downe
¶Which came from one, that's of a neutrall heart,
¶And not from one oppos'd.
¶Corn. Cunning.
¶Reg. And fal
se.
2120 Corn. Where ha
st thou
sent the King
? Glost. ¶To Douer.
¶Reg. Wherefore to Douer?
¶wa
st thou not charg'd at perill---
¶Corn. Wherefore to Douer? let him fir
st an
swere that.
2125Glost. I am tide tot'h
stake,
¶and I mu
st
stand the cour
se.
¶Reg. Wherefore to Douer
sir?
¶Glost. Becau
se I would not
see thy cruell nayles
¶Pluck out his poore old eyes, nor thy fierce
si
ster
2130In his aurynted fle
sh ra
sh bori
sh phangs,
¶The Sea with
such a
storme of his lou'd head
¶In hell blacke night indur'd, would haue layd vp
¶And quencht the
steeled fires,
¶yet poore old heart,
Hee holpt the heauens to rage,
2135If wolues had at thy gate heard that dearne time
¶Thou
should
st haue
said, good Porter turne the key,
¶All cruels el
se
sub
scrib'd but I
shall
see
¶The winged vengeance ouertake
such children.
¶Corn. Seet
shalt thou neuer, fellowes hold the chaire,
2140Vpon tho
se eyes of thine, Ile
set my foote.
¶Glost. He that will thinke to liue till he be old
¶Giue me
some helpe, O cruell, O ye Gods!
¶Reg. One
side will mocke another, tother to.
¶Corn. If you
see vengeance---
2145Seruant. Hold your hand my Lord
¶I haue
seru'd euer
since I was a child
¶But better
seruice haue I neuer done you,
¶thẽ now to bid
2150Seru. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin
¶id'e
shake it
on this quarrell, what doe you meane?
¶Seru. Why then come on, and take the chance of anger.
¶Reg. Giue me thy
sword, a pe
sant
stand vp thus.
2155Shee takes a sword and runs at him behind.
¶Seruant. Oh I am
slaine my Lord, yet haue you one eye left to
¶see
some mi
schiefe on him, oh!
¶Corn. Lea
st it
see more preuent it, out vild Ielly.
¶Where is thy lu
ster now?
2160Glost. All darke and comfortles,
¶wher's my
sonne
Edmund?
¶Edmund vnbridle all the
sparks of nature,
¶to quit this horred act.
¶Reg. Out villaine,
2165thou cal
st on him that hates thee, it was he
¶that made the ouerture of thy trea
sons to vs,
¶who is too good to
pittie thee.
¶Glost. O my follies, then
Edgar was abus'd,
¶Kind Gods forgiue me that, and pro
sper him.
2170Reg. Goe thru
st him out at gates, and let him
smell
¶his way to
Douer,
¶how i
st my Lord? how looke you
?
¶Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt, follow me Ladie,
¶Turne out that eyles villaine, throw this
slaue
2175vpon
The dungell
Regan, I bleed apace,
¶vntimely
Comes this hurt, giue me your arme.
2176.1Seruant. Ile neuer care what wickednes I doe,
¶If this man come to good.
¶2 Seruant. If
she liue long, & in the end meet the old cour
se
¶of death, women will all turne mon
sters.
.51
Ser. Lets follow the old Earle, and get the bedlom
¶To lead him where he would, his rogi
sh madnes
¶Allows it
selfe to any thing.
¶2 Ser. Goe thou, ile fetch
some flaxe and whites of egges to
¶apply to his bleeding face, now heauen helpe him.