Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband

4.2.22269Not met us on the way. Now, where's your master?

Madam, within, but never man so changed.

4.2.42271I told him of the army that was landed;

4.2.52272He smiled at it. I told him you were coming;

4.2.62273His answer was "The worse." Of Gloucester's treachery

4.2.72274And of the loyal service of his son,

4.2.82275When I informed him, then he called me sot

4.2.92276And told me I had turned the wrong side out.

4.2.102277What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him,

4.2.112278What like, offensive.

What like, offensive. [To the Bastard] Then shall you go no further.

4.2.122280It is the cowish terror of his spirit

4.2.132281That dares not undertake. He'll not feel wrongs

4.2.142282Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way

4.2.152283May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother;

4.2.162284Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers.

4.2.172285I must change names at home and give the distaff

4.2.182286Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant

4.2.192287Shall pass between us. Ere long you are like to hear,

4.2.202288If you dare venture in your own behalf,

4.2.212289A mistress's command. Wear this--spare speech.

4.2.222290Decline your head.

Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak,

4.2.232291Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.

4.2.242292Conceive--and fare thee well.

Yours in the ranks of death.

Yours in the ranks of death. My most dear Gloucester.

4.2.262295Oh, the difference of man and man.

4.2.272296To thee a woman's services are due--

4.2.282297My fool usurps my body.

Madam, here comes my lord.

I have been worth the whistle.

I have been worth the whistle. O Goneril,

4.2.312302You are not worth the dust which the rude wind

4.2.322303Blows in your face.

Blows in your face. Milk-livered man,

4.2.332305That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs,

4.2.342306Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning

4.2.352307Thine honor from thy suffering39.

Thine honor from thy suffering. See thyself, devil.

4.2.362309Proper deformity seems not in the fiend

4.2.372310So horrid as in woman.

So horrid as in woman. O vain fool.

O my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead,

4.2.392314Slain by his servant, going to put out

4.2.402315The other eye of Gloucester.

The other eye of Gloucester. Gloucester's eyes?

A servant that he bred, thrilled with remorse,

4.2.422318Opposed against the act; bending his sword

4.2.432319To his great master, who, threat-enraged,

4.2.442320Flew on him, and amongst them felled him dead;

4.2.452321But not without that harmful stroke which since

4.2.462322Hath plucked him after.

Hath plucked him after. This shows you are above

4.2.472324You justices, 2077that these our nether crimes

4.2.482325So speedily can venge. 2078But oh, poor Gloucester,

4.2.492326Lost he his other eye?

Lost he his other eye? Both, both, my lord.

4.2.502328[To Goneril] This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer.

4.2.512329'Tis from your sister.

'Tis from your sister. [Aside] One way I like this well;

4.2.522331But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,

4.2.532332May all the building in my fancy pluck

4.2.542333Upon my hateful life. Another way

4.2.552334The news is not so tart. [Aloud] I'll read, and answer.

Where was his son 2336when they did take his eyes?

Come with my lady hither.

Come with my lady hither. He is not here?

No, my good lord, I met him back again.

Knows he the wickedness?

Ay, my good lord, 'twas he informed against him,

4.2.612342And quit the house on purpose that their punishment

4.2.622343Might have the freer course.

Might have the freer course. Gloucester, I live

4.2.632345To thank thee for the love thou showed'st the King,

4.2.642346And to revenge thine eyes.--Come hither, friend,

4.2.652347Tell me what more thou knowest.