III. vii. 30 40 50 Without the forme of Iuftice: yet our power Enter Gloucester, and Seruants. Who's there? the Traitor? Reg. Ingratefull Fox, 'tis he. Corn. Binde faft his corky armes. Glou. What meanes your Graces? Good my Friends confider you are my Ghefts: Corn. Binde him I fay. Reg. Hard, hard: o filthy Traitor. Glou. Vnmercifull Lady, as you are, I'me none. Villaine, thou shalt finde. Glou. By the kinde Gods, 'tis moft ignobly done Reg. So white, and fuch a Traitor? Glou. Naughty Ladie, These haires which thou doft rauifh from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee. I am your Hoft, With Robbers hands, my hofpitable fauours You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? What Letters had you late from France? Reg. Be fimple answer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Traitors, late footed in the Kingdome? Reg. To whofe hands You haue fent the Lunaticke King: Speake. Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly fet downe Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart, And not from one oppos'd. Corn. Cunning. Reg. And false. Corn. Where haft thou sent the King? Reg. Wherefore to Douer? Was't thou not charg'd at perill. Corn. Wherefore to Douer? Let him answer that. Glou. I am tyed to'th'Stake, And I muft ftand the Course. Reg. Wherefore to Douer? [300a III. vii. Gloft. Because I would not fee thy cruell nayles The Sea with fuch a storme on his lowd head If wolues had at thy gate heard that dearne time The winged vengeance ouertake fuch children. Corn. Seet fhalt thou neuer, fellowes hold the chaire, Vpon those eyes of thine, Ile fet my foote. Gloft. He that will thinke to liue till he be old 80 90 But better feruice haue I neuer done you, the now to bid Reg. How now you dogge. Seru. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin id'e shake it on this quarrell, what doe you meane? Corn. My villaine. draw and fight. Seru. Why then come on, and take the chance of anger. Shee takes a sword and runs at him behind. Seruant. Oh I am flaine my Lord, yet haue you one eye left to fee fome mifchiefe on him, oh! Corn. Leaft it fee more preuent it, out vild Ielly Where is thy lufter now? Glost. All darke and comfortles, wher's my fonne Edmund? Reg. Out villaine, thou calft on him that hates thee, it was he that made the ouerture of thy treafons to vs, who is too good to pittie thee. Gloft O my follies, then Edgar was abus'd, [53 III. vii. Glou. Because I would not fee thy cruell Nailes In Hell-blacke-night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine. The winged Vengeance ouertake fuch Children. Corn. See't fhalt thou neuer. Fellowes hold Chaire, Glou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old, 70 Giue me fome helpe. 80 Reg. One fide will mocke another: Th'other too. Seru. Hold your hand, my Lord: I haue feru'd you euer fince I was a Childe: Reg. How now, you dogge? Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin, Corn. My Villaine? Seru. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger. Ser. Oh I am flaine: my Lord, you haue one eye left Corn. Left it fee more, preuent it; Out vilde gelly: Glou. All darke and comfortlesse? Where's my Sonne Edmund? Edmund, enkindle all the fparkes of Nature To quit this horrid acte. Reg. Out treacherous Villaine, Thou call'ft on him, that hates thee. It was he That made the ouerture of thy Treafons to vs: 90 Who is too good to pitty thee. Glou. O my Follies! then Edgar was abus'd, III. vii. 100 Reg. Goe thrust him out at gates, and let him smell his way to Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt, follow me Ladie, Turne out that eyles villaine, throw this flaue vpon Seruant. Ile neuer care what wickednes I doe, If this man come to good. Exit. 2 Seruant. If she liue long, & in the end meet the old courfe of death, women will all turne monsters. 1 Ser. Lets follow the old Earle, and get the bedlom To lead him where he would, his madnes Allows it felfe to any thing. 2 Ser. Goe thou, ile fetch fome flaxe and whites of egges to apply to his bleeding face, now heauen helpe him. Exit. IV. i. Edg Enter Edgar. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemnd, 10 Who's here, my father parti, eyd, world, world, O world! 20 But that thy ftrange mutations make vs hate thee, Life would not yeeld to age. Enter Gloft. led by an old man. Old man O my good Lord I haue beene your tenant, & your fathers tenant this forefcore Gloft. Away, get thee away, good friend be gon, Thy comforts can doe me no good at all, Thee they may hurt. Old man. Alack fir, you cannot see your way. Gloft. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes, I ftumbled when I faw, full oft tis seene Our meanes fecure vs, and our meare defects [54 III. vii. Reg. Go thruft him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Douer. How is't my Lord? How looke you? Exit with Glouster. [300b Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt: Follow me Lady; Exeunt, IV. i. Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. Enter Edgar. Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd, The Wretch that thou haft blowne vnto the worst, Enter Glouster, and an Oldman. 10 But who comes heere? My Father poorely led? World, World, O world! 20 But that thy ftrange mutations make vs hate thee, Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant, Glou. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone, Thee, they may hurt. Oldm. You cannot fee your way. Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes: Our meanes fecure vs, and our meere defects |