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Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think,
If I would stand against thee, would the reposal
Of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee
Make thy words faith'd? No: what I should deny,
(As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce
My very character,) I'd turn it all
To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice:
And thou must make u dullard of the world,
If they not thought the profits of my death
Were very pregnunt and potential spurs
To make thee seek it.
Glo.

Strong and fasten'd villain !
Would he deny his letter!-I never got him.

[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he

comes:-
All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not ’scape;
The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture
I will send far and near, that all the kingdom
May have due note of him; and of my land,
Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means
To make thee capable.

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

news.

Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord?

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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!
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous

knights That tend upon my

father? Glo.

I know not, madam:
It is too bad, too bad. -
Edm.

Yes, madam, he was.
Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected;
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
To have the waste and spoil of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my sister
Been well inform’d of them; and with such cautions,
That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
Corn.

Nor I, assure thee, Regan.Edmund, I hear that

you

have shown your father A child-like office. Edm.

'Twas my duty, sir.
Glo. He did bewray his practice; and receiv'd
This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Glo.

Ay, my good lord, he is.
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please.--For you, Edmund,
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours;

Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
You we first seize on.
Edm.

I shall serve you, sir,
Truly, however else.
Glo.

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

your

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Before Gloster's Castle.

Enter Kent and Steward, severally.
Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend: Art of the

house?
Kent. Ay.
Stew. Where may we set our horses ?
Kent. I'the mire.

Stew. · Pr’ythee, if thou love me, tell me.
Kent. I love thee not.
Stew. Why, then I care not for thee.

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.
Steu. What dost thou know me for?

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;
He dies, that strikes again: What is the matter?

Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Corn. What is your difference? speak,
Stew. I am scarce in breath, my lord.

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.

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