2060Corn. Poste speedily to my Lord your husband, shew

2061him this Letter, the Army of France is landed: seeke out

2062the Traitor Glouster.

2063Reg. Hang him instantly.

2064Gon. Plucke out his eyes.

2065Corn. Leaue him to my displeasure. Edmond, keepe

2066you our Sister company: the reuenges wee are bound to

2067take vppon your Traitorous Father, are not fit for your

2068beholding. Aduice the Duke where you are going, to a

2069most festiuate preparation: we are bound to the like. Our

2070Postes shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt vs. Fare-

2071well deere Sister, farewell my Lord of Glouster.

2073How now? Where's the King?

2074Stew. My Lord of Glouster hath conuey'd him hence

2075Some fiue or six and thirty of his Knights

2076Hot Questrists after him, met him at gate,

2077Who, with some other of the Lords, dependants,

2078Are gone with him toward Douer; where they boast

2079To haue well armed Friends.

2080Corn. Get horses for your Mistris.

2081Gon. Farewell sweet Lord, and Sister. Exit

2082Corn. Edmund farewell: go seek the Traitor Gloster,

2083Pinnion him like a Theefe, bring him before vs:

2084Though well we may not passe vpon his life

2085Without the forme of Iustice: yet our power

2086Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath, which men

2087May blame, but not comptroll.

2089Who's there? the Traitor?

2090Reg. Ingratefull Fox, 'tis he.

2091Corn. Binde fast his corky armes.

2092Glou. What meanes your Graces?

2093Good my Friends consider you are my Ghests:

2094Do me no foule play, Friends.

2095Corn. Binde him I say.

2096Reg. Hard, hard: O filthy Traitor.

2097Glou. Vnmercifull Lady, as you are, I'me none.

2098Corn. To this Chaire binde him,

2099Villaine, thou shalt finde.

2100Glou. By the kinde Gods, 'tis most ignobly done

2101To plucke me by the Beard.

2102Reg. So white, and such a Traitor?

2103Glou. Naughty Ladie,

2104These haires which thou dost rauish from my chin

2105Will quicken and accuse thee. I am your Host,

2106With Robbers hands, my hospitable fauours

2107You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?

2108Corn. Come Sir.

2109What Letters had you late from France?

2110Reg. Be simple answer'd, for we know the truth.

2111Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Trai-

2112tors, late footed in the Kingdome?

2113Reg. To whose hands

2114You haue sent the Lunaticke King: Speake.

2115Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly set downe

2116Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart,

2117And not from one oppos'd.

2118Corn. Cunning.

2119Reg. And false.

2120Corn. Where hast thou sent the King?

2121Glou. To Douer.

2122Reg. Wherefore to Douer?

2123Was't thou not charg'd at perill.

2124Corn. Wherefore to Douer? Let him answer that.

2125Glou. I am tyed to'th'Stake,

2126And I must stand the Course.

2127Reg. Wherefore to Douer?

2128Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes

2129Plucke out his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Sister,

2130In his Annointed flesh, sticke boarish phangs.

2131The Sea, with such a storme as his bare head,

2132In Hell-blacke-night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp

2133And quench'd the Stelled fires:

2134Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine.

2135If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time,

2136Thou should'st haue said, good Porter turne the Key:

2137All Cruels else subscribe: but I shall see

2138The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children.

2139Corn. See't shalt thou neuer. Fellowes hold y^e Chaire,

2140Vpon these eyes of thine, Ile set my foote.

2141Glou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old,

2142Giue me some helpe. ---- O cruell! O you Gods.

2143Reg. One side will mocke another: Th'other too.

2144Corn. If you see vengeance.

2145Seru. Hold your hand, my Lord:

2146I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe:

2147But better seruice haue I neuer done you,

2148Then now to bid you hold.

2149Reg. How now, you dogge?

2150Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin,

2151I'ld shake it on this quarrell. What do you meane?

2152Corn. My Villaine?

2153Seru. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.

2154Reg. Giue me thy Sword. A pezant stand vp thus?

2156Ser. Oh I am slaine: my Lord,you haue one eye left

2157To see some mischefe on him. Oh.

2158Corn. Lest it see more, preuent it; Out vilde gelly:

2159Where is thy luster now?

2160Glou. All datke and comfortlesse?

2161Where's my Sonne Edmund?

2162Edmund, enkindle all the sparkes of Nature

2163To quit this horrid acte.

2164Reg. Out treacherous Villaine,

2165Thou call'st on him, that hates thee. It was he

2166That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs:

2167Who is too good to pitty thee.

2168Glou. O my Follies! then Edgar was abus'd,

2169Kinde Gods, forgiue me that,and prosper him.

2170Reg. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell

2171His way to Douer. Exit with Glouster.

2172How is't my Lord? How looke you?

2173Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt: Follow me Lady;

2174Turne out that eyelesse Villaine: throw this Slaue

2175Vpon the Dunghill: Regan, I bleed apace,

2176Vntimely comes this hurt. Giue me your arme. Exeunt,