22682044Gon. Welcome my Lord, I maruaile our milde husband

22692045Not met vs on the way: now, where's your Master?

22702047Stew. Madame within, but neuer man so chang'd; I tolde him

22712048of the Army that was landed, he smiled at it, I told him you were

22722049coming, his answer was, the worse; of Glosters treachery, and of

22752050the loyall seruice of his sonne, when I enformd him, then he cald

2051me sot, and told me I had turnd the wrong side out, what hee

22772052should most desire, seemes pleasant to him, what like offensiue.

22792053Gon. Then shall you go no further.

22802054It is the cowish curre of his spirit

22812055That dares not vndertake, heel not feele wrongs

22822056Which tye him to an answer, our wishes on the way

22832057May proue effects, backe Edmund to my brother,

22842058Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers,

22852059I must change armes at home, and giue the distaffe

22862060Into my husbands hands; this trusty seruant

22872061Shall passe betweene vs, ere long you are like to heare

22882062If you dare venter in your owne behalfe

22892063A mistresses coward, weare this spare speech,

22902064Decline your head: this kisse if it durst speake,

22912065Would strech thy spirits vp into the ayre;

22922066Conceiue, and faryewell.

22932067Bast. Yours in the rankes of death.

22942068Gon. My most deare Gloster, to thee womans seruices are due,

22972069My foote vsurpes my head.

22982070Stew. Madame, heere comes my Lord.

23002072Gon. I haue bene worth the whistle.

23012074Alb. O Gonorill, you are not worth the dust which the winde

23032075Blowes in your face, I feare your disposition,

2303.12076That nature which contemnes it origin,

2303.22077Cannot be bordered certaine in it selfe,

2303.32078She that her selfe will sliuer and disbranch

2303.42079From her materiall sap, perforce must wither,

2303.52080And come to deadly vse.

2303.62081Gon. No more, the text is foolish.

2303.72082Alb. Wisedome and goodnesse to the vilde seeme vilde,

2303.82083Filths sauour but themselues, what haue you done?

2303.92084Tygers, not daughters, what haue you perform'd?

2303.102085A father, and a gracious aged man,

2303.112086Whose reuerence the head-lugd Beare would licke;

2303.122087Most barbarous, most degenerate haue you madded;

2303.132088Could my good brother suffer you to do it?

2303.142089A man, a Prince, by him so beneflicted,

2303.152090If that the heauens do not their visible spirits

2303.162091Send quickly downe to tame the vilde offences, it will come

2303.172092Humanly must perforce prey on it selfe, like monsters of the

2303.182093 deepe.

23042094Gon. Milke liuer'd man,

23052095That bearest a cheeke for blowes, a head for wrongs,

23062096Who hast not in thy browes an eie deseruing thine honour,

23072097From thy suffering, that not know'st fooles, do these villains pity

2307.12098Who are punisht ere they haue done their mischiefe,

2307.22099Where's thy drum? France spreds his banners in our noiselesse

2307.32100Land, with plumed helme thy slaier begins threats,

2307.42101Whiles thou a morall foole, sits still and cries

2307.52102Alacke, why does he so?

23082103Alb. See thy selfe diuell, proper deformiry seemes not in the

23092104fiend, so horrid as in woman.

23112105Gon. O vaine foole.

2311.12106Alb. Thou chang'd and selfe-couerd thing, for shame

2311.22107Be-monster not thy feature, wer't my fitnesse

2311.32108To let these hands obey my bloud,

2311.42109They are apt enough to dislecate and teare

2311.52110Thy flesh and bones, how ere thou art a fiend,

2311.62111A womans shape doth shield thee.

2311.72112Gon. Marry your man-hood now -------

2114Alb. What newes?

23132115Gent. O my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwalls dead, slaine by

23142116his seruant, going to put out the other eie of Gloster.

23162117Alb. Glosters eyes?

23172118Gen. A seruant that he bred, thrald with remorse,

23182119Oppos'd against the acte, bending his sword

23192120To his great master, who thereat enraged,

23202121Flew on him, and amongst them feld him dead,

23212122But not without that harmfull stroke,

2123Which since hath pluckt him after.

23232124Alb. This shewes you are aboue your Iustices,

23242125That these our neather crimes so speedily can venge.

23252126But oh poore Glocester, lost he his other eye?

23272127Gent. Both, both my Lord, this letter Madam, craues a speedy

23282128Answer, tis from your sister.

23302129Gon. One way I like this well,

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,

23342133Ile reade and answer. Exit.

23352134Alb. Where was his sonne when they did take his eies?

23372135Gent. Come with my Lady hither.

23382136Alb. He is not here.

23392137Gent. No my good Lord, I met him backe againe.

23402138Alb. Knowes he the wickednesse?

23412139Gent. I my good Lord, twas he inform'd against him,

23422140And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment

23432141Might haue the freer course.

23442142Alb. Glocester, I liue to thanke thee for the loue

23452143Thou shewedst the King, and to reuenge thy eyes;

23462144Come hether friend, tell me what more thou knowest.