2355Darnell, and all the idle weedes that grow

2356In our sustaining Corne. A Centery send forth;

2357Search euery Acre in the high-growne field,

2358And bring him to our eye. What can mans wisedome

2359In the restoring his bereaued Sense; he that helpes him,

2360Take all my outward worth.

2361Gent. There is meanes Madam:

2362Our foster Nurse of Nature, is repose,

2363The which he lackes: that to prouoke in him

2364Are many Simples operatiue, whose power

2365Will close the eye of Anguish.

2366Cord. All blest Secrets,

2367All you vnpublish'd Vertues of the earth

2368Spring with my teares; be aydant, and remediate

2369In the Goodmans desires: seeke, seeke for him,

2370Least his vngouern'd rage, dissolue the life

2371That wants the meanes to leade it.

2373Mes. Newes Madam,

2374The Brittish Powres are marching hitherward.

2375Cor. 'Tis knowne before. Our preparation stands

2376In expectation of them. O deere Father,

2377It is thy businesse that I go about: Therfore great France

2378My mourning, and important teares hath pittied:

2379No blowne Ambition doth our Armes incite,

2380But loue, deere loue, and our ag'd Fathers Rite:

2381Soone may I heare, and see him. Exeunt.

2384Reg. But are my Brothers Powres set forth?

2385Stew. I Madam,

2386Reg. Himselfe in person there?

2387Stew. Madam with much ado:

2388Your Sister is the better Souldier.

2389Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your Lord at home?

2390Stew. No Madam.

2391Reg. What night import my Sisters Letter to him?

2392Stew. I know not, Lady.

2393Reg. Faith he is poasted hence on serious matter:

2394It was great ignorance, Glousters eyes being out

2395To let him liue. Where he arriues, he moues

2396All hearts against vs: Edmund, I thinke is gone

2397In pitty of his misery, to dispatch

2398His nighted life: Moreouer to descry

2399The strength o'th'Enemy.

2400Stew. I must needs after him, Madam, with my Letter.

2401Reg. Our troopes set forth to morrow, stay with vs:

2402The wayes are dangerous.

2403Stew. I may not Madam:

2404My Lady charg'd my dutie in this busines.

2405Reg. Why should she write to Edmund?

2406Might not you transport her purposes by word? Belike,

2407Some things, I know not what. Ile loue thee much

2408Let me vnseale the Letter.

2409Stew. Madam, I had rather----

2410Reg. I know your Lady do's not loue her Husband,

2411I am sure of that: and at her late being heere,

2412She gaue strange Eliads, and most speaking lookes

2413To Noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosome.

2414Stew. I, Madam?

2415Reg. I speake in vnderstanding: Y'are: I know't,

2416Therefore I do aduise you take this note:

2417My Lord is dead: Edmond, and I haue talk'd,

2418And more conuenient is he for my hand

2419Then for your Ladies: You may gather more:

2420If you do finde him, pray you giue him this;

2421And when your Mistris heares thus much from you,

2422I pray desire her call her wisedome to her.

2423So fare you well:

2424If you do chance to heare of that blinde Traitor,

2425Preferment fals on him, that cuts him off.

2426Stew. Would I could meet Madam, I should shew

2427What party I do follow.

2428Reg. Fare thee well. Exeunt

2431Glou. When shall I come to th'top of that same hill?

2432Edg. You do climbe vp it now. Look how we labor.

2433Glou. Me thinkes the ground is eeuen.

2434Edg. Horrible steepe.

2435Hearke, do you heare the Sea?

2436Glou. No truly.

2437Edg. Why then your other Senses grow imperfect

2438By your eyes anguish.

2439Glou. So may it be indeed.

2440Me thinkes thy voyce is alter'd, and thou speak'st

2441In better phrase, and matter then thou did'st.

2442Edg. Y'are much deceiu'd: In nothing am I chang'd

2443But in my Garments.

2444Glou. Me thinkes y'are better spoken.

2445Edg. Come on Sir,

2446Heere's the place: stand still: how fearefull

2447And dizie 'tis, to cast ones eyes so low,

2448The Crowes and Choughes, that wing the midway ayre

2449Shew scarse so grosse as Beetles. Halfe way downe

2450Hangs one that gathers Sampire: dreadfull Trade:

2451Me thinkes he seemes no bigger then his head.

2452The Fishermen, that walk'd vpon the beach

2453Appeare like Mice: and yond tall Anchoring Barke,

2454Diminish'd to her Cocke: her Cocke, a Buoy

2455Almost too small for sight. The murmuring Surge,

2456That on th'vnnumbred idle Pebble chafes

2457Cannot be heard so high. Ile looke no more,

2458Least my braine turne, and the deficient sight

2459Topple downe headlong.

2460Glou. Set me where you stand.

2461Edg. Giue me your hand:

2462You are now within a foote of th'extreme Verge:

2463For all beneath the Moone would I not leape vpright.

2464Glou. Let go my hand:

2465Heere Friend's another purse: in it, a Iewell

2466Well worth a poore mans taking. Fayries, and Gods

2467Prosper it with thee. Go thou further off,

2468Bid me farewell, and let me heare thee going.

2469Edg. Now fare ye well, good Sir.

2470Glou. With all my heart.

2471Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his dispaire,

2472Is done to cure it.

2473Glou. O you mighty Gods!

2474This world I do renounce, and in your sights