GLOUCESTER

It did always seem so to us, but now in the division of the kingdoms, it appears not which of the Dukes he value's most, for equalities are so weighed, that cum riositie in neither, can make choice of either's moiety. His breeding sir hath been at my charge, I have so of ten blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. Sir, this young fellows mother Could, whereupon she grew round wombed, and had indeed Sir a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed, do you smell a fault? But I have sir a son by order of Law, some year el der then this, who yet is no dearer in my account, though this knave came something sawcely into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair, there was good sport at his making & the whoreson must be acknowledged, do you know this noble gentleman Edmund? My Lord of Kenned, remember him hereafter as my ho norable friend.. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again, the King is coming. I shall my Liege. Heers France and Burgundy my noble Lord. Kenned banished thus, and France in choler parted, and the King gone to night, subscribed his power, confined to exhi bition, all this done upon the gad; Edmund how now what news? Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter? What paper were you reading? No, what needs then that terribe dispatch of it into your pocket, the quality of nothing hath not such needs to hide it self, lets see, come if it be nothing I shall not need specta cles. Give me the letter sir. Lets see, lets see? This policy of age makes the world bitter to the best of our times, keeps our Fortune's from us till our oldness cannot relish them, I begin to find and idle and found bondage in the open pression of aged tyranny, who sways not as it hath power, but as it is suffered, come to me, that of this I may speak more, if our father would sleep till I waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue for ever, and live the beloved of your brother Ed gar. Hum, conspiracy, slept till I waked him, you should enjoy half his revenue, my son Edgar, had he a hand to write this, a heart, and brain to breed it in, when came this to you, who brought it? You know the Caractar to be your brother's? It is his? Hath he never heretofore sou ̄ dead you in this business? Oh villain, villain, his very opinion in the letter, ab horred villain, unnatural detested brutish villain, worse then brutish, go sir seek him, I apprehend him, abominable villain where is he? Think you so? He cannot be such a monster. To his father, that so tenderly and entirely loves him, heaven and earth! Edmund seek him out, wind me into him, I pray you frame your business after your own wisdom, I would unstate my self to be in a endue resolution. These late eclipses in the Sun and Moon portend no good to us, though the wisdom of nature can reason thus and thus, yet nature finds it self scourged by the sequent effects, love cools, friendship falls off, brother's divide, in Cities mu tinies, in Countries discords, Palaces treason, the bound cracked between son and father; find out this villain Edmund, it shall lose thee nothing, do it carefully, and the noble and true har ted Kenned banished, his offence honest, strange strange! Now Edmund where is the villain; But where is he? Where is the villain Edmund? Pursue him, go after by no means, what? Let him fly far not in this land shall he remain un caught and found, dispatch, the noble Duke my master, my worthy Arch and Patron, comes to night, by his authority I will proclaim it, that he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, bringing the murderous caitiff to the stake, he that conceals him, death. Strong and fastened villain, would he deny his letter, I never God him, hark the Dukes trumpets, I know not why he comes, all Ports isle bar, the villain shall not escape, the Duke must grant me that, beside, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom may have note of him, and of my land loyal and natural boy, isle work the means to make thee capable. Madam my old heart is cracked, is cracked. I Lady, Lady, shame would have it hid. I know not Madam, 'tis too bade, too bade. He did betray his practice, and received This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. I my good Lord. For him I thank your grace. I serve you Madam, your Graces are right welcome. Weapons, arms, whats the matter here? Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? How fell you out, say that? Let me beseech your Grace not to do so, His fault is much, and the good King his master Will check him for't, your purposed low correction Is such, as basest and temnest wretches for pilferings And most common trespasses are punished with, The King must take it ill, that he's so slightly valued In his messenger, should have him thus restrained. I am sorry for thee friend, 'tis the Dukes pleasure, Whose disposition all the world well knows Will not be rubbed nor stopped, isle entreat for thee. The Dukes to blame in this, 'twill be ill took. My deer Lord, you know the fiery quality of the Duke, now unremovable and fixed he is in his own Course. I my good Lord. I would have all well betwixt you. Alack alack Edmund I Like not this, Unnatural dealing when I desired their leave That I might pity him, they took me from me The use of mine own house, charged me on pain Of their displeasure, neither to speak of him, Entreat for him, nor any way sustain him. Go toe say you nothing, ther's a divisio ̄ betwixt the Dukes, And a worse matter then that, I have received A letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken, I have locked the letter in my closet, these injuries The King now bears, will be revenged home Ther's partly of a power already landed, We must incline to the King, I will seek him, and Privily relieve him, go you and maintain talk With the Duke, that my charity be not of him Perceived, if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone To bed, though I die for't, as no less is threatened me, The King my old master must be relieved, there is Some stram ̄ ge thing towards, Edmund pray you be careful. What are you there? your names? What hath your Grace no better company? Our flesh and blood is grown so vild my Lord, that it does hate what gets it Go in with me, my duty Can ̄ not suffer to obey in all your daughters hard commands, though their injunction be to bar my doors, and let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, yet have I ventured to come seek you out, and bring you where both food and fire is ready. Canst thou blame him, His daughters seek his death, Oh that good Kenned, He said it would be thus, poor banished man, Thou sayest the King grows mad, isle tell thee friend I am almost mad my self, I had a son Now outlawed from my blood, a sought my life But lately, very late, I loved him friend No father his son dearer, true to tell thee, The grief hath crazed my wits, What a nights this? I do be seech your Grace. In fellow there, in't hovel keep thee warm. Take him you on. No words, no words, hush. Here is better then the open air, take it thankfully, I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can, I will not be long from you. Come hither friend, where is the King my master. Good friend I prithee take him in thy arms, I have over herd a plot of death upon him, There is a Litter ready lay him in't, & driven towards Dover friend, Where thou shalt meet both welcome & protection, take up thy master, If thou shouldst dally half and hour, his life with thine And all that offer to defend him stand in assured lose, Take up the King and follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct. Come, come away. What means your Graces, good my friends consider, You are my gests, do me no foul play friends. Unmerciful Lady as you are, I am true. By the kind Gods 'tis most ignobly done, to pluck me by the beard. Naughty Lady, these hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee, I am your host. With robbers hands, my hospitable favours You should not ruffell thus, what will you do. I have a letter gessingly set down Which came from one, that's of a neutral heart, And not from one opposed. To Dover. I am tide tot'h stake, and I must stand the course. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister In his aurynted flesh rash borish phangs, The Sea with such a storm of his loved head In hell black night endured, would have laid up And quenched the steeled fires, yet poor old heart, He holpt the heavens to rage, If wolves had at thy gate herd that dearne time Thou shouldst have said, good Porter turn the key, All cruels else subscribed but I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. He that will think to live till he be old Give me some help, Oh cruel, Oh you Gods! All dark and comfortless, where's my son Edmund? Edmund unbridle all the sparks of nature, to quit this horred act. Oh my follies, then Edgar was abused, Kind Gods forgive me that, and prosper him. Away, get thee away, good friend be gone, Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes, I stumbled when I saw, full oft 'tis seen Our means secure us, and our mere defects Prove our commodities, ah deer son Edgar, The food of thy abused father's wrath, Might I but live to see thee in my tuch, Id'e say I had eyes again. Is it a beggar man? A has some reason, else he could not beg, In the last nights storm I such a fellow saw, Which made me think a man a worm, my son Came then into my mind, and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him, I have herd more since, As flies are toth' wanton boys, are we toth' Gods, They bit us for their sport. Is that the naked fellow? Then prithee get thee gone, if for my sake Thou wilt oretake us here a mile or twain Ith' way towards Dover, do it for ancient love And bring some covering for this naked soul Who I'll entreat to lead me. 'Tis the times plague, when madmen led the blind, Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure, Above the rest, be gone. Sirrah naked fellow. Come hither fellow. Knowest thou the way to Dover? Here take this purse, thou whom the heavens plagues. Have humbled to all strokes, that I am wretched, makes thee The happier, heavens deal so still, Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man That stands your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly, So distribution should under excess, And each man have enough, dost thou know Dover? There is a cliff whose high & bending head Looks firmly in the confined deep, Bring me but to the very brim of it And isle repair the misery thou dost bear With something rich about me, From that place I shall no leading needs. When shall we come toth' top of that same hill? Me thinks the ground is even. No truly. So may it be indeed, Me thinks thy voice is altered, and thou speakest With better phrase and matter then thou didst. Me thinks y'ar better spoken. Set me where you stand? Let go my hand, Here friend's another purse, in it a jewel, Well worth a poor men taking, Fairies and Gods Prosper it with thee, go thou farther off, Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going. With all my heart. Oh you mighty Gods, This world I do renounce and in your sights Shake patiently my great affliction off, If I could bear it longer and not fallen To quarrel with your great opposles wills My snursf and loathed partly of nature should Burn it self out, if Edgar live, Oh bless, Now fellow fare thee well. Away and let me die. But have I fallen or no I Alack I have no eyes Is wretchedness deprived, that benefit To end it self by death it yet some comfort When misery could beguile the tyrants rage And frustrate his proud will. Too well, too well. A poor unfortunate bagger. I do remember now henceforth isle bear Affliction till it do cry out it self Enough, enough and die that thing you speak of, I took it for a man, often would it say The fiend the fiend, he led me to that place I know that voice. The trick of that voice I do well remember, is't not the King? Oh let me kiss that hand. Oh ruined piece of nature, this great world should so are out to nought, do you know me? Were all the letters suns I could not see one. What! with the case of eyes I see it feelingly. I sir. You ever gentle gods take my breath from me, Let not my worse spirit tempt me again, To die before you please. Now good sir what are you. Hearty thanks, the bornet and beniz of heaven to save thee. Now let thy friendly hand put strength enough to't. What is he dead? The King is mad, how stiff is my vild sense, That I stand up and have ingenious feeling Of my huge sorrows, better I were distract, So should my thoughts be fenced from my griefs, And woes by wrong imaginations lose The knowledge of themselves. Grace go with you sir. No farther sir, a man may rot even here. The King is in high rage, & will I know not whether. Alack the night comes on, and the bleak winds Do sorely russel, for many miles about ther's not a bush. Alack alack the day.