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Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think,
Strong and fasten'd villain !
[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants. Corn. How now, my noble friend? since I came
hither, (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange
Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord?
Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, is crack'd!
Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father nam'd? your Edgar ?
Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid!
knights That tend upon my
I know not, madam:
Yes, madam, he was.
Nor I, assure thee, Regan.Edmund, I hear that
have shown your father A child-like office. Edm.
'Twas my duty, sir.
Corn. Is he pursued ?
Ay, my good lord, he is.
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
I shall serve you, sir,
For him I thank your grace. Corn. You know not why we came to visit you,Reg. Thus out of season; 31 threading dark-ey'd
night. Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize, Wherein we must have use of
advice; Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of differences, which I best thought it fit To answer from our home; the several messengers From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow Your needful counsel to our business, Which craves the instant use. Glo.
I serve you, madam: Your graces are right welcome.
Before Gloster's Castle.
Enter Kent and Steward, severally.
Stew. · Pr’ythee, if thou love me, tell me.
Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold 32, I would make thee care for me,
Steu, Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
Kent, Fellow, I know thee.
Kent. Aknave; a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted stocking knave; a lilyliver'd, action-taking knave; a whorson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that would'st be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable 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-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I tripp'd up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, the moon shines; I'll make a sop o’the moonshine of you: Draw, 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 so carbonado your shanks:--draw, you rascal ; come your ways.
Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!
Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neat slave 33, strike.
[beating him. Stew. Help, ho! murder! murder ! Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER,
and Servants. Edm. How now? What's the matter? Part.
Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please; come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master.
Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here?
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives;
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirr'd your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man?
Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter, or a painter, could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade.