2268Gon. Welcome my Lord. I meruell our mild husband

2269Not met vs on the way. Now, where's your Master?

2270Stew. Madam within, but neuer man so chang'd:

2271I told him of the Army that was Landed:

2272He smil'd at it. I told him you were comming,

2273His answer was, the worse. Of Glosters Treachery,

2274And of the loyall Seruice of his Sonne

2275When I inform'd him, then he call'd me Sot,

2276And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out:

2277What most he should dislike, seemes pleasant to him;

2278What like, offensiue.

2279Gon. Then shall you go no further.

2280It is the Cowish terror of his spirit

2281That dares not vndertake: Hee'l not feele wrongs

2282Which tye him to an answer: our wishes on the way

2283May proue effects. Backe Edmond to my Brother,

2284Hasten his Musters, and conduct his powres.

2285I must change names at home, and giue the Distaffe

2286Into my Husbands hands. This trustie Seruant

2287Shall passe betweene vs: ere long you are like to heare

2288(If you dare venture in your owne behalfe)

2289A Mistresses command. Weare this; spare speech,

2290Decline your head. This kisse, if it durst speake

2291Would stretch thy Spirits vp into the ayre:

2292Conceiue, and fare thee well.

2293Bast. Yours in the rankes of death. Exit.

2294Gon. My most deere Gloster.

2295Oh, the difference of man, and man,

2296To thee a Womans seruices are due,

2297My Foole vsurpes my body.

2298Stew. Madam, here come's my Lord.

2300Gon. I haue beene worth the whistle.

2301Alb. Oh Gonerill,

2302You are not worth the dust which the rude winde

2303Blowes in your face.

2304Gon. Milke-Liuer'd man,

2305That bear'st a cheeke for blowes, a head for wrongs,

2306Who hast not in thy browes an eye-discerning

2307Thine Honor, from thy suffering.

2308Alb. See thy selfe diuell:

2309Proper deformitie seemes not in the Fiend

2310So horrid as in woman.

2311Gon. Oh vaine Foole.

2313Mes. Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwals dead,

2314Slaine by his Seruant, going to put out

2315The other eye of Glouster.

2316Alb. Glousters eyes.

2317Mes. A Seruant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse,

2318Oppos'd against the act: bending his Sword

2319To his great Master, who, threat-enrag'd

2320Flew on him, and among'st them fell'd him dead,

2321But not without that harmefull stroke, which since

2322Hath pluckt him after.

2323Alb. This shewes you are aboue

2324You Iustices, that these our neather crimes

2325So speedily can venge. But (O poore Glouster)

2326Lost he his other eye?

2327Mes. Both, both, my Lord.

2328This Leter Madam, craues a speedy answer:

2329'Tis from your Sister.

2330Gon. One way I like this well,

2331But being widdow, and my Glouster with her,

2332May all the building in my fancie plucke

2333Vpon my hatefull life. Another way

2334The Newes is not so tart. Ile read, and answer.

2335Alb. Where was his Sonne,

2336When they did take his eyes?

2337Mes. Come with my Lady hither.

2338Alb. He is not heere.

2339Mes. No my good Lord, I met him backe againe.

2340Alb. Knowes he the wickednesse?

2341Mes. I my good Lord: 'twas he inform'd against him

2342And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment

2343Might haue the freer course.

2344Alb. Glouster, I liue

2345To thanke thee for the loue thou shew'dst the King,

2346And to reuenge thine eyes. Come hither Friend,

2347Tell me what more thou know'st. Exeunt.