Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall ? I'm sure on't, not a word. [Exit EDGAR. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [Wounds his arm. Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport.-Father, father !Stop, stop !-No help? Enter GLOSTER and Servants with torches. out, But where is he? Where is the villain, Edmund ? Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he couldGlo. Pursue him, ho!–Go after. [Exeunt some Servants.]-By no means what ? Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship. Seeing how loathly opposite I stood To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion, With his prepared sword he charges home My unprovided body, lanc'd mine arm: But when he saw my best alarum'd 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: [Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he comes.- Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants. hither,Which I can call but now,—I've heard strange news. 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 theriotous knights That tend upon my father ? Glo. I know not, madam :-'tis too bad, too bad. Corn. Is he pursu'd ? Glo. Ay, my good lord. night. I serve you, madam: [Exeunt. Enter Kent and OSWALD, severally. Osw. Good dawning to thee, friend : art of this house? K'ent. Ay. Kent. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken mcats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threesuited, filthy, worsted-stocking knave. įDrawing his sword. Osw. Away! I have nothing to do with thee. Kent. Draw, you rascal: you come with letters 'gainst the king ; draw, you rascal. Osw. Help, ho! murder! help! [Beating him. Osw. Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter EDMUND. Edm. How now! What's the matter? Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants. Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king Osw. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd at suit of his gray beard, Kent. Thou zed! thou unnecessary letter!-"Spare my gray beard," you wagtail ! Corn. Peace, sirrah! Know you no reverence ? Kent. That such a knave as this should wear a sword, who wears no honesty. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's his offence ? Kent. His countenance likes me not. Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, nor his, nor hers. This is some fellow, Osw. I never gave him any : Fetch forth the stocks !- Sir, I am too old to learn : honour, There shall he sit till noon. Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord ; and all night too. Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. Sir, being his knave, I will. [Exit. Stocks brought out. Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for it. Reg. Corn. I will answer that. [Kent is put in the stocks. [Exeunt 'all except GLOSTER and KENT. Glo. I'm sorry for thee, friend; 'tis the duke's pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb'd nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for thee. Kent. Pray, do not, sir: I've watch'd, and travell’d hard ; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. Give you good morrow. Glo. The duke's to blame in this ; 'twill be ill taken. [Exit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the common saw,Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st To the warm sun! Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter !—I know ’tis from Cordelia, Who hast most fortunately been informed Of my obscured course, all weary and o’erwatch'd, Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging. Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel ! SCENE 2.—The Open Country. Enter EDGAR. Edgar. And by the happy hollow of a tree Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place, That guard, and most unusual vigilance, Does not attend my taking. While I may 'scape, |