I. v. 30 40 50 Foole. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a Snaile ha's a houfe. Lear. Why? Foole. Why to put's head in, not to giue it away to his daughters, and leaue his hornes without a cafe. Lear. I will forget my Nature, fo kind a Father? Be my Horffes ready? Foole. Thy Affes are gone about 'em; the reason why Foole. Yes indeed, thou would'st make a good Foole. Lear. How's that? Foole. Thou shouldft not haue bin old, till thou hadft bin wife. Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad fweet Heauen: keepe me in temper, I would not be mad. How now are the Horfes ready? Gent. Ready my Lord. Lear. Come Boy. Fool. She that's a Maid now, & laughs at my departure, [290b Exeunt. II. i. 10 Actus Secundus. Scena Prima. Enter Baftard, and Curan, feuerally. Baft. Saue thee Curan. Cur. And your Sir, I haue bin With your Father, and giuen him notice That the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his Ducheffe Will be here with him this night. Baft. How comes that? Cur. Nay I know not, you haue heard of the newes abroad, I meane the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but eare-kiffing arguments. Baft. Not I: pray you what are they? Cur. Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward, 'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall, and Albany? Baft. Not a word. II. i. 20 Curan. You may then in time, fare you well fir. Baft. The Duke be here to night! the better beft, this weaues Enter Edgar it felfe perforce into my bufines, my father hath fet gard to take my brother, and I haue one thing of a quefie queftion, which muft aske breefnes and fortune helpe; brother, a word, difcend brother I fay, my father watches, O flie this place, intelligence is giuen where you are hid, you haue now the good aduantage of the night, haue you not spoken gainst the Duke of Cornwall ought, hee's coming hether now in the night, it'h haft, and Regan with him, haue you nothing faid vpon his partie against the Duke of Albany, aduife your 30 Edg. I am fure on't not a word. Bast. I heare my father coming, pardon me in crauing, I must 40 50 Gloft. Now Edmund where is the villaine Baft. Here stood he in the darke, his fharpe fword out, warb- Baft. Looke fir, I bleed. Gloft. Where is the villaine Edmund? Baft. Fled this way fir, when by no meanes he could- Baft. Perfwade me to the murder of your Lordship, but that I told him the reuengiue Gods, gainft Paracides did all their [25 II. i. Cur. You may do then in time, Fare you well Sir. Exit. Bast. The Duke be here to night? The better best, This weaues it felfe perforce into my busineffe, My Father hath fet guard to take my Brother, And I haue one thing of a queazie question 20 Which I must act, Briefeneffe, and Fortune worke. Enter Edgar. 30 40 Brother, a word, difcend; Brother I say, You haue now the good aduantage of the night, Haue you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornewall? Edg. I am fure on't, not a word. Bast. I heare my Father comming, pardon me: Now quit you well. Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here, Exit Edgar. Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinion Enter Glofter, and Seruants with Torches. Baft. Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out, To ftand aufpicious Miftris. Glo. But where is he? Bast. Looke Sir, I bleed. Glo. Where is the villaine, Edmund? Baft. Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could. [291a 1 II. i. ly oppofite I ftood, to his vnnaturall purpose, with fell motion with his prepared fword, hee charges home my vnprouided body, lancht mine arme, but when he saw my beft alarumd spirits, bould in the quarrels, rights, roufd to the encounter, or whether gafted by the noyfe I made, but fodainly he fled. my Gloft, Let him flie farre, not in this land fhall hee remaine vn60 caught and found, dispatch, the noble Duke my maifter, worthy Arch and Patron, comes to night, by his authoritie I will proclaime it, that he which finds him fhall deferue our thankes, bringing the murderous caytife to the stake, hee that conceals him, death. Bast. When I diffwaded him from his intent, and found him pight to doe it, with curft fpeech I threatned to discouer him, he 70 replyed, thou vnpoffeffing Baftard, doft thou thinke, if I would stand against thee, could the reposure of any trust, vertue, or worth in thee make thy words fayth'd? no: what I should denie, as this I would, I, though thou didst produce my very character, id'e turne it all to thy fuggestion, plot, and damned pretence, and thou must make a dullard of the world, if they not thought the profits of my death, were very pregnant and potentiall fpurres to make thee feeke it. 80 Gloft. Strong and faftned villaine, would he denie his letter, I neuer got him, harke the Dukes trumpets, I know not why he comes, all Ports ile barre, the villaine shall not fcape, the Duke must grant mee that, befides, his picture I will send farre and neere, that all the kingdome may haue note of him, and of my land loyall and naturall boy, ile worke the meanes to make thee capable. Enter the Duke of Cornwall. Corn. How now my noble friend, fince I came hether, which I can call but now, I haue heard strange newes. II. i. 50 The Child was bound to'th'Father; Sir in fine, To his vnnaturall purpose, in fell motion Gloft. Let him fly farre: Not in this Land fhall he remaine vncaught 60 And found; dispatch, the Noble Duke my Master, My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night, By his authoritie I will proclaime it, That he which finds him shall deferue our thankes, Baft. When I diffwaded him from his intent, Thou vnpoffeffing Bastard, doft thou thinke, Make thy words faith'd? No, what fhould I denie, My very Character) I'ld turne it all To thy fuggeftion, plot, and damned practise: Glo. O ftrange and faftned Villaine, 80 Would he deny his Letter, said he? Tucket within. Harke, the Dukes Trumpets, I know not wher he comes; The Duke muft grant me that: befides, his picture Enter Cornewall, Regan, and Attendants. |