Edm. The duke be here to-night? The better!

Best!

This weaves itself perforce into my business!
My father hath set guard to take my brother;
And I have one thing, of a queazy1 question,
Which I must act:-Briefness, and fortune, work!-
Brother, a word; descend :-Brother, I say;
Enter Edgar.

My father watches:-O sir, fly this place;
Intelligence is given where you are hid;
You have now the good advantage of the night :-
Have you not spoken 'gainst the duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither; now, i'the night, i'the haste,
And Regan with him; Have you nothing said
Upon his party 'gainst the duke of Albany?
Advise? yourself.

Edg.

I am sure on't, not a word. Edm. I hear my father coming,-Pardon me:In cunning, I must draw my sword upon you:-. Draw: Seem to defend yourself: Now quit you well. Yield:-come before my father;-Light ho, here!Fly, brother;-Torches! torches!--So, farewell.[Exit Edgar.

Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion

Of

[Wounds his arm. my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunk

ards

Do more than this in sport.-Father! father!
Stop, stop! No help?

Enter Gloster, and Servants with torches.
Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain?
Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword
out,
Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon
To stand his auspicious mistress :-

Glo.

Edm. Look, sir, I bleed.

(1) Delicate.

But where is he?

(2) Consider, recollect yourself

Glo.

Where is the villain, Edmund? Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could

Glo. Pursue him, ho!-Go after.-[Exit Serv.] 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 their thunders bend;
Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond
The child was bound to the father;-Sir, in fine,
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 the encounter,
Or whether gasted by the noise I made,

Full suddenly he fled.

Glo.

Not in this land shall he remain uncaught;

And found-Despatch.

master,

Let him fly far:

-The noble duke my

My worthy arch2 and patron, comes to-night:
By his authority I will proclaim it,

That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks,
Bringing the murderous coward to the stake;
He, that conceals him, death.

Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent,
And found him pight3 to do it, with curst speech
I threaten'd to discover him: He replied,
Thou unpossessing 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: what I should deny (As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce My very character,5) I'd turn it all

(1) Frighted.
(4) Severe, harsh.

(2) Chief.

(3) Pitched, fixed.

(5) Hand-writing

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 seek it.

Glo. Strong and fasten'd villain! Would he deny his letter?-I never got him.

[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he

comes:

All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
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.

Corn. How now, my noble friend? since I came hither,

(Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange

news.

Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short, Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord??

Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, is 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 knights

That tend upon my father?

Glo.

It is too bad, too bad.

Edm.

I know not, madam :

Yes, madam, he was.

Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected; 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,

(1) i. e. Capable of succeeding to my land.

To have the waste and spoil 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 sojourn at my house,

I'll not be there.

Corn.

Nor I, assure thee, Regan.

Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father A child-like office.

Edm.

'Twas my duty, sir.

Glo. He did bewray! his practice;2 and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. Corn. Is he pursued?

Glo.

Ay, my good lord, he is. Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more

Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please.-For you, Edmund,
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours;
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
You we first seize on.

Edm.
Truly, however else.

I shall serve you, sir,

Glo. For him 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 Gloster, of some poize,3
Wherein we must have use of your advice:-
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of differences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home; the several messengers
From hence attend despatch. Our good old friend,
Lay conforts to your bosom; and bestow

Your needful counsel to our business,

Which craves the instant use.

Glo.

Your graces are right welcome.

I serve you, madam : [Exeunt.

(1) Betray.

(2) Wicked purpose.

(3) Weight.

SCENE 11.-Before Gloster's castle.
Kent and Steward, severally.

Enter

Stew. Good dawning to thee, friend: Art of the house?

Kent. Ay.

Stew. Where may we set our horses?

Kent. I'the mire.

Stew. Pr'ythee, if thou love me, tell me.
Kent. I love thee not.

Stew. Why, then I care not for thee.

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

not.

Stew. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee

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, threesuited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldest be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable of thy addition.I

Stew. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one, that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee!

Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou know'st me! Is it two days ago, since I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, the moon shines; I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you: Draw, you whoreson cullionly barbermonger, draw. [Drawing his sword.

(1) Titles.