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Enter Cordelia and Aranthe.
, Aran. Dear madam, rest you here, our search is vain; Look here's a shed; 'beseech you, enter here.
Cord. Pr'ythee, go in thyself, seek thy own ease; Where the mind's free, the body's delicate; This tempest but diverts me from the thought Of what would hurt me more.
Enter Two Ruffians.
1 Ruff. We've dogg'd them far enough; this place is private; I'll keep them prisoners here within this hovel, whilst you return, and bring Lord Edmund hither: but help me first to house them.—Now, despatch. [They seize Cordelia mid Aranthe.
Cord. Help !—murder !—help.—Gods, some kind thunderbolt To strike me dead!
Aran. Help! help !—
Enter Edgar^wb the Hotel.
Edg. What cry was that?—Ha! women seiz'd by ruffians! Is this a time and place forvillany? A vaunt, ye bloodhounds!
[Drives them off with his Quarter-staff.
Cord. First, say, what art thou?
Edg. O, my tumultuous blood!
Cord. Whate'er thou art, befriend a wretched virgin, And, if thou canst, direct our weary search.
Edg. Who relieves poor Tom, that sleeps on the nettle, with the hedgehog for his pillow?
Whilst Smug ply 'd the bellows,
Was a blouze and a drab,
Aran. Alack, madam! a poorwand'ring lunatic.
Cord. And yet his language seem'd but now, well temper'd. Speak, friend, to one more wretched than thyself; And if thou hast one interval of sense, Inform us, if thou canst, where we may find A poor old man, who through this heath hath stray'd The tedious night.—Speak, saw'st thou such a one?
Edg. The king, her father, whom she's come to seek Through all the terrors of this night: O gods! That such amazing piety, such tenderness,
Should yet to me be cruel!
Yes, fair one, such a one was lately here,
Cord. Blessings on them!
Edg. O, Cordelia!
Cord. Ha! Thou know'st my name.
Edg. As you did once know Edgar's.
Edg. The poor remains of Edgar, what Your scorn has left him.
Cord. Do we wake, Aranthe?
Edg. My father seeks my life: which I preserv'il, In hope of some blest minute to oblige Distrest Cordelia, and the gods have given it; That thought alone prevail'd with me to take This frantic dress, to make the earth my bed, With these bare limbs all change of seasons 'bide, Noon's scorching heat, and midnight's piercing cold, To feed on offals, and to drink with herds, To combat with the winds, and be the sport Of clowns, or what's more wretched yet, their pity.
Cord. Was ever tale so full of misery!
Edg. But such a fall as this, I grant, was due
Cord, You had your pardon, nor can you challenge more.
Edg. What do I challenge more? Such vanity agrees not with these rags: When in my prosp'rous state, rich Gloster's heir, You silenc'd my pretences, and enjoin'd me To trouble you upon that theme no more; Then what reception must love's language find From these' bare limbs, and beggar's humble weeds?
Cord Such as a voice of pardon to a wretch condemn'd; Such as the shouts Of succouring forces to a town besieg'd.
Edg. Ah! what new method now of cruelty?
Cord. Come to my arms, thou dearest, best of men, And take the kindest vows, that e'er were spoke By a protesting maid.
Edg. Is't possible?
Cord. By the dear vital stream, that bathes my
Edg. Generous, charming maid!
Cord. Cold and weary,
Edg. Look, I have flint and steel, the implements,
thee: Then, fierce and wakeful as th' Hesperian dragon, I'll watch beside thee to protect thy sleep: Meanwhile the stars shall dart their kindest beams, And angels visit my Cordelia's dreams. [Exeunt.
ACT THE FOURTH.
An Apartment in the Earl of G Loster's Castle.
Enter the Duke of Cornwall, Regan, Edmund, Edward, and Servants.
Corn. I will have my revenge ere I depart his house.
Regan, see here, a plot upon our state;
Reg. Then double be our vengeance; this con
Hrms Th' intelligence that we but now receiv'd, That he has been this night to seek the king. But who,sir, was the kind discoverer? Com. Our eagle, quick to spy, and fierce to seize, Our trusty Edmund. Reg. ’Twas a noble service: o Cornwall, take him to thy deepest trust, And wear him as ajewel at thy heart. Edm. Think, sir, how hard a fortune I sustain, That makes me thus repent of serving you. O, that this treason had not been, orl Not the discoverer l Com. Edmund, thou shalt find A father in our love, and from this minute We call thee Earl of Gloster; but there yet Remains another justice to be done, And that's to punish this discarded traitor ; But lest thy tender nature should relent At his just sufferings, nor brook the sight, We wish thee to withdraw. Reg. The grotto, sir, within the lower grove Has privacy, to suit a mourner's thought. Edm. And there I may expect a comforterHa, madam? Reg. What may happen, sir, I know not;
But 'twas a friend's advice. [Exit Emuun D.
Com. Bring in the traitor.
Enter Gloster, brought in by Tzco Servants.
Bind fast his arms,