They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones; howe'er thou art a fiend, A woman's shape doth shield thee. Gon. Marry, your manhood now Enter a Messenger. Alb. What news? Mess. O! my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead; Slain by his servant, going to put out The other eye of Gloucester. Alb. Gloucester's eyes! $ Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with re morse, Opposed against the act, bending his sword To his great master; who, thereat enraged, Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead; But not without that harmful stroke, which since Hath pluck'd him after. Alb. This shows you are above, You justicers, that these our So speedily can venge! But, Lost he his other eye? Mess. lord. Both, both, my This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; 'Tis from your sister. Gon. [Aside.] like this well; One way I But being widow, and my Gloucester with her, May all the building in my fancy pluck Upon my hateful life: another way, The news is not so tart. I'll read, and answer. [Exit. Alb. Where was his son when they did take his eyes? Mess. Come with my lady hither. Alb. He is not here. Mess. No, my good lord; I met him back again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him, And quit the house on purpose that their punishment Might have the freer course. Alb. Gloucester, I live To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king, And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend: Tell me what more thou knowest. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The French Camp near Dover. Enter KENT and a Gentleman. Kent. Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back know you the reason? Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his coming forth is thought of; which imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger that his personal |