Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched Makes thee the the happier: heavens, deal so still! Let the superfluous and lustdieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover? Edg. Ay, master. Glou. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully in the confined deep; Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear With something rich about me; from that place I shall no leading need. Edg. Poor Tom shall lead thee. Give me thy arm : [Exeunt. SCENE II. Before the Duke of ALBANY's Palace. Enter GONERIL and EDMUND. Gon. Welcome, my lord; I marvel our mild husband Not met us on the way. Enter Oswald. Now, where's your master? Osw. Madam, within; but never man so changed. I told him of the army that was landed; He smiled at it: I told him you were coming; His answer was The worse': of Gloucester's treachery, And of the loyal service of his son, US When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot, And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out: What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him; What like, offensive. Gon. [To EDMUND.] Then shall you go no further. It is the cowish terror of his spirit That dares not undertake; he'll not feel wrongs Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother; Hasten his musters and con duct his powers: I must change arms at home, Shall pass between us; ere long you are like to hear, If you dare venture in your own behalf, A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech; [Giving a favour. Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak, Would stretch thy spirits up into the air. Conceive, and fare thee well. |