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A Castle belonging to the Earl of Glo'ster.
Enter Edmund and Curan, severally.

AVE thee, Curan.
Sir. I have been with


father, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his Dutchess - will be here with him this, night.

Edm. How comes that?

Cur. Nay, I know not; you have heard of the news abroad; I mean, the whisper'd ones; for they. are yet but ear-kissing arguments.

Edm. Not I; pray you, what are they?

Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany?

Edm. Not a word.

Cur. You may do then in time. Fare you well, Sir.


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Edm. 'HE Duke be here to-night! the better:

This weaves itself perforce into my business;
My father hath set guard to take my brother,
And I have one thing of a queazy question
Which I must ad: briefness, and fortune work!
Brother, a word; descend; Brother, I say;-

To him, Enter Edgar.
My father watches ; 0, Sir, fly this place,
Intelligence is giv’n where you are hid;
You've now the good advantage of the night-
Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?


He's coming hither now i'th' night, i'th' haste,
And Regan with him; have you nothing said
Upon his-Party 'gainst the Duke of Albany ?
Advise yourself.

Edg. I'm sure on't, not a word.

Edm. I hear my father coming. Pardon me In cunning, I must draw my fword upon youDraw, seem to defend yourself. Now quit you wellYield—come before my father-light hoa, here! Fly, brother-Torches ! – so farewel- [Exit Edgar. Some blood, drawn on me, would beget opinion

[Wounds his arm. Of my more fierce endeavour. I've seen drunkards Do more than this in sport. Father! father! Stop, stop, no help?

SCENE III. To him, Enter Glo'ster, and servants with torches. Glo. TOW, Edmund, where's the villain ?

Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp

sword out, Mumbling of wicked Charms, conj'ring the moon : To stand 's auspicious mistress.

Glo. But where is he?
Edm. Look, Sir, I bleed.
Glo. Where is the villain; Edmund ?
Edm. Fled this way, Sir, when by no means he

could Glo. Pursue him, ho! go after. By no means,

what?Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that, I told him, the revenging Gods 'Gainst Parricides did all the thunder bend, Spoke with how manifold and frong a bond The child was bound to th' father. Sir, in fine, -Seeing how lothly opposite I stood G6


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To his unnat'ral purpose, in fell motion
With his prepared sword he charges home
My unprovided body, lanc'd my arm;
And when he saw my best alarmed spirits,
Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to th' encounter,
Or whether gasted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.

Glo. Let him fly far;
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught ;
And found, dispatch'd.—The noble Duke my master,
My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night;
By his authority I will proclaim it,
That he, who finds him, shall deserve our thanks,
Bringing the murd'rous coward to the stake:
He that conceals him, death.

Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, And found him pight to do it, with curft speech I threaten’d to discover him ; he replied, Thou unpofsefling Bastard ! dost thou think, If I would stand against thee, would the reposal Of any trust, virtue, or worth in thee Make thy words faith'd ? no; when I should deny. (As this I would, although thou didst produce My very character) I'd turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice; And thou must make a dullard of the world, If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potential spurs To make thee feek it.

[Trumpets within. Glo. O strange, faften'd villain ! Would he deny his letter; I never got him.Hark, the Duke's trumpets ! I know not why he

comes All Ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'fcape; The Duke must grant me that; besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the Kingdom May have due note of him; and of my land, (Loyal and natural Boy !) I'll work the means To make thee capable.


Enter Cornwall, Regan, and attendants.

Hmow, my noble friend? since I came Which I can call but now, I have heard strange news.

Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue th' offender; how does my lord ?

Glo. O Madam, my old heart is crack’d, it's crack'd.

Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father nam'd? Your Edgar?

Glo. O lady, lady, Shame would have it hid.
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous

That tend upon my father?

Glo. I know not, Madam : 'tis too bad, too bad.
Edm. Yes, Madam, he was of that consort.

Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected; 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have th' expence and waste of his revenues. I have this present evening from my sister Been well inform'd of them, and with such cautions, That if they come to fojourn at my house, I'll not be there.

Corn. Nor I, I assure thee, Regan;
Edmund, 1 hear, that you have thewn your father
A child-like office.

Edm. 'Twas my duty, Sir.
Glo. He did bewray his practice, and receiv'd
This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Glo. Ay, my good lord.

Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Be fear'd of doing harm : make your own purpose,
How in my (trength you please. As for you, Edmund,
Whofe virtue and obedience in this instance
So much commends itself, you shall be ours ;


Natures of such deep Trust we shall much need:
You we first seize on.

Edm. I shall serve you, Sir,
Truly, however else.

Glo. I thank your Grace.
Corn. You know not why we came to visit you-

Reg. Thus out of season threading dark-ey'd night;
Occasions, noble Glofter, of some poise,
Wherein we must have use of your advice.--
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of diff'rences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home : the lev'ral messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay Comforts to your bofom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our businesses,
Which crave the instant use.

Glo. I serve you, Madam: Your Graces are right welcome.




S: CE N E V.

Enter Kent, and Steward, severally.
Stew. OOD downing to thee, friend; art of this ".

Kent. Ay.
Stew. Where may we set our horses ?
Kent. I'th' mire.
Stew. Pr’ythee, if thou lov'st me, tell me.
Kent, I love thee not.
Stew. Why then I care not for thee.

Kent. If I had thee in Lipfoury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.

Stew. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.

Kent. Fellow, I know thee.
Stew. What dost thou know me for?

Kent. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hun


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