King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)
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Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonorill, and Bastard.
¶_Letter,
The army of France is landed, seeke out the villaine Glocester.
¶Gon. Plucke out his eyes.
¶ster company. The reuenge we are bound to take vpon your trai-
¶terous father, are not fit for your beholding, aduise the Duke
¶bound to the like.
Our poste shall be swift and intelligence betwixt vs;
¶How now, wheres the King?
¶
Enter Steward.
Stew. My Lord of Glocester hath conueyed him hence,
¶him, met him at gate, who with some other of the Lords depen-
¶dants are gone with him towards Douer, where they boast to
¶haue well armed friends.
Exit Gon. and Bast.
¶Pinion him like a theefe, bring him before vs,
2085Without the forme of iustice, yet our power
¶Shall do a curtesie to our wrath, which men may blame
¶But not controle; who's there, the traitor?
¶
Enter Glocester, brought in by two or three.
2090Reg. Ingratefull Fox tis he.
¶You are my guests, do me no foule play friends.
¶Reg. Hard, hard, O filthy traitor!
¶Glost. Vnmercifull Lady as you are, I am true.
¶by the beard.
¶With robbers hands, my hospitable fauours
¶You should not ruffell thus, what will you do?
¶Corn. And what confederacy haue you with the traitors lately
¶footed in the kingdome?
¶Which came from one that's of a neutrall heart,
¶And not from one opposed.
¶Corn. Cunning.
¶Glost. To Douer.
¶In hell blacke night endur'd, would haue laid vp
¶And quencht the steeled fires, yet poore old heart,
¶He holpt the heauens to rage,
2135If Wolues had at thy gate heard that dearne time,
¶The winged vengeance ouertake such children.
¶Glost. He that will thinke to liue till he be old -----
¶Giue me some helpe, ô cruell, ô ye Gods!
2145Seruant. Hold your hand my Lord,
¶Reg. How now you dog.
¶this quarrell, what do you meane?
¶Ser. Why then come on, and take the chance of anger.
2155
She takes a sword, and runs at him behinde.
He dies.
¶Where is thy luster now?
¶Edmund vnbridle all the sparkes of nature, to quit this horrid
¶acte.
¶that made the ouerture of thy treasons to vs, who is too good to
¶pitty thee.
¶Kinde Gods forgiue me that, and prosper him.
¶Douer, how ist my Lord? how looke you?
¶Corn. I haue receiued a hurt, follow me Lady,
2175The dunghill, Regan I bleed apace, vntimely
¶Comes this hurt, giue me your arme.
Exit.
¶If this man come to good.
¶of death, women will all turne monsters.
.51.Ser. Let's follow the old Earle, and get the bedlam
¶Allowes it selfe to any thing.
¶apply to his bleeding face, now heauen helpe him.
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Exit.
