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A Room in Gloster's Castle.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND,
and Servants. Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter :- the army of France is landed: Seek out the villain Gloster.
[Exeunt some of the servants. Reg. Hang him instantly. Gon. Pluck out his eyes.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.--Edmund, keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;-farewell, my lord of Gloster 69.
Enter Steward. How now? Where's the king?
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence: Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists after him, met him at gate ; Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast To have well-arm'd friends.
Get horses for
mistress. Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
[Exeunt Goneril and Edmund. Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor
[Exeunt other Servants.
Re-enter Servants, with Gloster.
your graces ? - Good my friends, consider You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him. Reg.
Hard, hard:-O filthy traitor! Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Corn. To this chair bind him :-Villain, thou shalt find
[Regan plucks his beard. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
Naughty lady, These hairs; which thou dost ravish from my chin, Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host;
With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours
traitors Late footed in the kingdom? Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatick
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent the king? Glo.
To Dover. Reg.
Wherefore To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy perilCorn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer
that. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the
Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails
eyes; nor thy fierce sister
And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old heart,
of thine I'll set my foot. [Gloster is held down in his chair, while
Cornwall plucks out one of his eyes,
and sets his foot on it.
Reg. One side will mock another; the other too.
lord: I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; But better service have I never done you, Than now to bid you hold. Reg.
How now, you dog? Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel: What do you mean?
Corn. My villain! [draws, and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of
[draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword.—[to another Serv.] A
peasant stand up thus!
Sero. O, I am slain!-My lord, you have one eye
left To see some mischief on him:-0!
[dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-Out, vile jelly! Where is thy lustre now?
[tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws it
on the ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless.- Where's my son
Out, treacherous villain!
O my follies!
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Dover.--How is't, my lord? How look
you? Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt:- Follow me, lady. Turn out that eyeless villain ;-—throw this slave Upon the dunghill.-- Regan, I bleed apace: Untimely comes this burt: Give me your arm.
[Exit Cornwall, led by Regan;-Servants unbind
Gloster, and lead him out. 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to good. 2 Serv.
If she live long,