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3.2.0.21386Enter Cornwall, Regan, Bastard, servants. Cornwall with Gloster's letters. I will have my revenge ere I depart his house.
3.2.21388Regan, see here, a plot upon our state.
3.2.31389'Tis Gloster's character, that has betrayed
3.2.41390His double trust of subject and of host.
Then double be our vengeance. This confirms
3.2.61392The intelligence that we now received,
3.2.71393That he has been this night to seek the king.
3.2.81394But who, sir, was the kind discoverer?
Our eagle, quick to spy, and fierce to seize,
'Twas a noble service.
3.2.121398Oh, Cornwall, take him to thy deepest trust,
Think, sir, how hard a fortune I sustain,
3.2.151401That makes me thus repent of serving you!
Edmund, thou shalt find
3.2.191406A father in our love, and from this minute
3.2.201407We call thee Earl of Gloster. But there yet
3.2.221409And that's to punish this discarded traitor.
3.2.231410But lest thy tender nature should relent
3.2.241411At his just sufferings, nor brook the sight,
The grotto, sir, within the lower grove,
3.2.271415Has privacy to suit a mourner's thought.
And there I may expect a comforter,
What may happen, sir, I know not.
Bring in the traitor.
What mean your graces?
3.2.351425You are my guests, pray do me no foul play.
Bind him, I say. Hard, harder yet.
Now, traitor, thou shalt find --
Speak, rebel, where hast thou sent the king?
3.2.391429Whom spite of our decree thou saw'st last night.
I'm tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
Say where and why thou hast concealed him.
Because I would not see thy cruel hands
3.2.431433Tear out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister
3.2.441434Carve his anointed flesh. But I shall see
3.2.451435The swift-winged vengeance overtake such children.
See't shalt thou never. Slaves, perform your work.
3.2.471437Out with those treacherous eyes. Dispatch, I say,
He that will think to live 'till he be old,
3.2.501440Give me some help – Oh, cruel! Oh! Ye gods.
Hold, hold, my lord, I bar your cruelty.
Ha, my villain.
I have been your servant from my infancy,
3.2.561447But better service have I never done you
Take thy death, slave.
Nay, then revenge whilst yet my blood is warm.
Help here -- are you not hurt, my lord?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
Out, treacherous villain,
3.2.641456Thou call'st on him that hates thee. It was he
3.2.651457That broached thy treason, showed us thy dispatches.
3.2.661458There -- read, and save the Cambrian prince a
3.2.681460If thy eyes fail thee call for spectacles.
O my folly!
3.2.701462Than Edgar was abused. Kind gods forgive me that.
How is it, my lord?
Turn out that eyeless villain, let him smell
3.2.731465His way to Cambrai. Throw this slave upon a dunghill.
All dark and comfortless!
3.2.771470Where are those various objects that but now
3.2.781471Employed my busy eyes? Where those eyes?
3.2.791472Dead are their piercing rays that lately shot
3.2.801473Over flowery vales to distant sunny hills,
3.2.821475These groping hands are now my only guides,
3.2.841477O misery! What words can sound my grief?
3.2.851478Shut from the living whilst among the living.
3.2.861479Dark as the grave amidst the bustling world.
3.2.871480At once from business and from pleasure barred.
3.2.881481No more to view the beauty of the spring,
3.2.891482Nor see the face of kindred, or of friend.
3.2.901483Yet still one way the extremest fate affords,
3.2.911484And even the blind can find the way to death.
3.2.931486So Lear may fall. No, with these bleeding rings
3.2.951488And with the rhetoric of these dropping veins
3.2.961489Enflame them to revenge their king and me.
3.2.971490Then when the glorious mischief is on wing,
3.2.981491This lumber from some precipice I'll throw,
3.2.1001493Whence my freed soul to her bright sphere shall fly,
3.2.1011494Through boundless orbs, eternal regions spy,