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SCENE, an apartment in the castle belonging to the

earl of Glocefter.


Enter Edmund.
HE duke be here to-night! the better ! best !

This weaves itself perforce into my business, Which I must act : briefness and fortune, work! Brother, a word; descend; brother, I say !

To him, enter Edgar, endins
My father watches; oh, Sir, fly this place,
Intelligence is giv’n where you are hid;
You've now the good advantage of the night-
Have you not spoken'gainst the duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither now i? th’night, i? th’hafte,
And Regan with him; have you nothing said
Upon his party 'gainst the duke of Albany?
Advise yourself.

Edgar. I'm sure on't, not a word,
Edm. I hear my father coming. 'Tis not safe
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To tarry here. Fly, brother ! hence ! away.

[Exit Edgar. Glo'fter approaches.--Now for a feigned fcuffle ! -Yield ! come before my father! lights, here,

lights ! Some blood drawn on me, would beget opinion

[Wounds his arm. Of

my fierce encounter. I've seen drunkards Do more than this. in sport. Father! father! Stop, stop, no help ?-


To him, enter Glocefter and servants with torches.
Gloc. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ?
Edm. Here ftood he in the dark; his fharp sword

out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conj'ring the moon To stand's auspicious mistress.

Gloc. But where is he?
Edm. Look, Sir, I bleed.
Gloc. Where is the villain, Edmund ?
Edm. Fled this way, Sir, when by no means he

Gloc. Pursue him, ho! go after. By no means,

what ? Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lord



But that I told him, the revenging gods
'Gainst parricides did all their thunder bend,
Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond
The child was bound to th’ father-Sir, in fine,
Seeing how lothly opposite I stood
To his unnat’ral purpose, in fell motion
With his prepared sword he charges home
My unprovided body, lanc'd my arm ;
'Till at length gafted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.

Gloc. Let him fly far;
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught.
The noble duke,
My worthy and arch patron, comes to-night;
By his authority I will proclaim it,
That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks;
He that conceals him, death..

Edm. When I diffuaded him from his intent, And threaten’d to discover him ; he replied, Thou unpoffeffing bastard ! dost thou think, If I would stand against thee, the reposal Of any trust, virtue, or worth in thee Would make thy words faith'd? no; I'd turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice.

Gloc. Oh, strange, fasten'd, villain! Would he deny his letter?


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All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape ; vol
I will fend far and near, that all the kingdom
May have due note of him, and of my land,> 3.1.
(Loyal and natural boy !) I'll work the means it. ini
To make thee capable.

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Scene, the outside of the earl.of Glocester's castle,


Enter Kent, and Steward, severally. 3 ast Stew, Good evening to thee, friend; art of this a house? Kent. Ay.

Stew. Where may we set our horses?
Kent. I'th' mire.
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Kent. I love thee not. , di brive,
Stew. Why then I care not for thee.

Kent. If I had thee in Lipfbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me..

A Stew. Why doft thou use me thus ? I know thee not.

1.800 px?59 Kent. Fellow, I know thee. 176311! 1999 Stew. What dost thou know me for?

Kent. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threesuited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking


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knave; a lilly-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whora fon, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service and art nothing but the composition of knave, began gar, coward, pander ; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou denieft the leaft fyllable of thy addition.'

Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!

Kent. What a brazen-fac'd varlet art thou, thus to deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I tript up thy heels, and beat thee before the king ? Draw, you rogue; for though it be night, yet the moon fhinés; I'll make a fop o'th' moonshine of you; you whorson, cullionly, barber-monger, draw.

[Drawing his sword. Stew. Away, I have nothing to do with thee.

Kent. Draw, you rascal ; you come with letters against the king, and take vanity, the puppet's part, against the royalty of her father; draw, you. rogue, or I'll fo carbonado your shanks---draw, you rascal, come your ways.

Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!

Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, ftand, you neat slave, ftsike.

[Beating him.


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