2311.42109They are apt enough to di
slecate and teare
2311.52110Thy
fle
sh and bones, how ere thou art a
fiend,
23132115Gent. O my good Lord, the Duke of
Cornwalls dead,
slaine by
23142116his
seruant, going to put out the other eie of
Gloster.
23172118Gen. A
seruant that he bred, thrald with remor
se,
23182119Oppos'd again
st the
acte, bending his
sword
23192120To his great ma
ster, who thereat enraged,
23202121Flew on him, and among
st them feld him dead,
23212122But not without that harmfull
stroke,
2123Which
since hath pluckt him after.
23232124Alb. This
shewes you are aboue your Iu
stices,
23242125That the
se our neather crimes
so
speedily can venge.
23252126But oh poore
Glocester, lo
st he his other eye?
23272127Gent. Both, both my Lord, this letter Madam, craues a
speedy
23312130But being widow, and my
Glocester with her,
23322131May all the building on my fancy plucke,
23332132Vpon my hatefull life, another way the newes is not
so tooke,
23352134Alb. Where was his
sonne when they did take his eies?
23392137Gent. No my good Lord, I met him backe againe.
23412139Gent. I my good Lord, twas he inform'd again
st him,
23422140And quit the hou
se on purpo
se, that their puni
shment
23442142Alb. Glocester, I liue to thanke thee for the loue
23452143Thou
shewed
st the King, and to reuenge thy eyes;
Come
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