CORNWALL

How now my noble friend, since I came hither, which I can call but now, I have herd strange news. I will have my revenge ere I depart the house. I now perceive it was not altogether your brother's e vill disposition made him seek his death, but a provoking merit, set a work by a reprovable badness in himself. Go with me to the Duchess. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester, seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our appre hension. I will lay trust upon thee, and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love. Post speedily to my Lord your husband show him this letter The army of France is landed, seek out the vilaine Gloucester. Leave him to my displeasure, Edmu ̄ worser keep you our sister company. The revenge we are bound to take upon your traitorous father, Are not fit for your beholding, advise the Duke where you are going To a most festuant preparatio ̄ we are bound to the Like, Our post shall be swift and intelligence betwixt us, Farewell deer sister, farewell my Lord of Gloucester, How now wheres the King? Get horses for your mistress. Edmund farewell, go seek the traitor Gloucester. Pinion him Like a thief, bring him before us, Though we may not pass upon his life Without the form of Justice, yet our power Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men may blame But not control, whose there, the traitor? Bind fast his corky arms. Bind him I say, To this chair bind him, villain thou shalt find— Come sir, what letters had you late from France? And what confederacy have you with the tratours late sooted in the kingdom? Cunning. Where hast thou sent the King? Wherefore to Dover? let him first answer that. Seet shalt thou never, fellows hold the chair, Upon those eyes of thine, I'll set my foot. If you see vengeance— My villain. Least it see more prevent it, out vild Jelly Where is thy luster now? I have received a hurt, follow me Lady, Turn out that eyles villain, throw this slave upon The dungell Regan, I bleed apace, untimely Comes this hurt, give me your arm. Now Gods that we adore, whereof comes this! What is the matter sir? I cannot be so partial Gonorill to the great love I bear you, How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell, striving to better ought, we mar whats well. Well, well, the event, Nor I, assure thee Regan; Is he pursued? If he be taken, he shall never more be feared of doing harm, make your own purpose how in my strength you please, for you Edmund, whose virtue and obedience, does this instant so much commend it self, you shall be ours, nature's of such deep trust, we shall much needs you, we first seize on. You know not why we came to visit you? Keep peace upon your lives, he die that strikes a gain, what's the matter? Whats your difference, speak? Thou art a strange fellow, a Taylor make a man. Peace sir, you beastly Knave you have no reverence. Why art thou angry? What art thou mad old fellow? Why dost thou call him knave, what's his offence. No more perchance does mine, or his, or hers. This is a fellow who having been praised For bluntness does affect a saucy ruffines, And constrains the garb quite from his nature, He cannot flatter he, he must be plain, He must speak truth, and they will tak't so, If not he's plain, these kind of knaves I know Which in this plainness harbour more craft, And more corrupter ends, then twenty silly ducking Observants, that stretch their duties nisely. What meanest thou by this? What's the offence you gave him? Bring forth the stocks ho? You stubborn miscreant knave, you reverent braggart, Weel teach you. Fetch forth the stocks? as I have life and honour, There shall he fit till noon. This is a fellow of the self same nature, Our sister speak of, come bring away the stocks? I'll answer that. Hail to your Grace. Fie fie sir. You nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames, Into her scornful eyes, infect her beauty, You Fen sucked fogs, drawn by the powerful Sun, To fallen and blast her pride. What trumpets that? What means your Grace? I set him there sir, but his own disorders Deserved much less advancement, Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm. So am I puspos'd, where is my Lord of Gloucester? Shut up your doors my Lord, 'tis a wild night, My Reg counsels well, come out at'h storm. Great thing of us forgotten, Speak Edmund, wheres the king, and wheres Cordelia Seest thou this object Kenned. Even so, cover their faces. Run, run, Oh run. Hast thee for thy life. The Gods defend her, bear him hence a while. Fallen and cease. He knows not what he sees, and vain it is, That we present us to him. Thats but a trifle here, you Lords and noble friends, Know our intent, what comfort to this decay may come, shall be applied: for us we will resign during the life of this old majesty, to him our absolute power, you to your rights with boot, and such addition as your honour have more then merited, all friends shall taste the wages of their virtue, and all foes the cup of their de seruings, Oh see, see. Bear them from hence, our present business Is to general woe, friends of my soul, you twain Rule in this kingdom, and the goard state sustain. The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say, The oldest have born most, we that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.