Upon the English party: 0! untimely death.

Death!

[Dies. Edg. I know thee well: a serviceable villain;

As duteous to the vices of thy

mistress

As badness would desire.

Glou.

dead?

What! is he

Edg. Sit you down, father;

rest you.

Let's see these pockets: the letters that he speaks of May be my friends.

He's

dead; I am only sorry

He had no other death'sman. Let us see:

Leave, gentle wax ; and, manners, blame us not:

To know our enemies' minds, we'd rip their hearts; Their papers is more lawful.

[Reads.] Let our reciprocal be remembered.

You

have many opportunities to cut him off; if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done if he return the conqueror; then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your

labour.

[Your-wife, so I would say— [Affectionate servant, [GONERIL.]

O undistinguish'd space woman's will!

of

A plot upon her virtuous husband's life,

And the

exchange

my.

brother!

Here in the

sands,

Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified

Of murderous lechers; and in the mature time With this ungracious paper strike the sight

Of the death-practised duke.

For him 'tis well

That of thy death and business
I can tell.

Glou. The king is mad;
how stiff is my vile

sense,

That I stand up, and have
ingenious feeling

Of my huge sorrows!
I were distract:

Better

So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs,

And woes by wrong imaginations lose

The knowledge of themselves.

[Drum afar off. Edg. Give me your hand: Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum.

Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. A Tent in the
French Camp.

Enter CORDELIA, Kent, Doctor, and Gentleman.

Cor. O thou good Kent! how shall I live and work

To match thy goodness? My

life will be too short, And every measure fail me. Kent. To be acknowledged, madam, is o'er-paid.

All my reports go with the

modest truth,