REGAN

Sir I am made of the self same mettle that my sister is, And prize me at her worth in my true heart, I find she names my very deed of love, only she came short, That I profess my self and enemy to all other joys, Which the most precious square of sense possesses, And find I am alone felicitate, in your deer highness love. Thats most certain, and with you, next month with us. 'Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath ever but slen derly known himself. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short which can pursue the offender, how dost my Lord? What, did my father's godson seek your life? he whom my father nam your Edgar? Was he not companion with the riotous knights, that tends upon my father? No marvel then though he were ill affected, 'Tis they have put him on the old men death, To have these—and wast of this his revenues: I have this present evening from my sister, Been well informed of them, and with such cautions, That if they come to sojourn at my house, isle not be there. The messengers from our sister, and the King. Till noon, till night my Lord, and all night too. Sir being his knave, I will. My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her Gentlemen abused, assaulted For following her affairs, put in his legs, Come my good Lord away? I am glad to see your highness. I pray sir take patience, I have hope You less know how to valve her desert, Then she to slack her duty. Oh Sir you are old, Nature on you stands on the very verge of her confine, You should be ruled and led by some discretion, That discerns your state better the ̄ you your self, Therefore I pray that to our sister, you do make return, Say you have wronged her Sir? Good sir no more, these are unsightly tricks, Return you to my sister. Oh the blessed Gods, so will you wish on me, When the rash mood— Good sir too'th purpose. I know't my sisters, this approves her letters, That she would soon be here, is your Lady come? I pray you father being weak seem so, If till the expiration of your month, You will return and sojourn with my sister, Dismissing half your train, come then to me, I am now from home, and out of that provision, Which shall be needful for your entertainment. Not altogether so sir, I look not for you yet, Nor am provided for your fit welcome, Give ear sir to my sister, for those That mingle reason with your passion, Must be content to think you are old, and so, But she knows what she does. I dare avouch it sir, what fifty followers, Is it not well, what should you needs of more, Yea or so many, sith that both charge and danger Speaks gainst so great a number, how in a house Should many people under two commands Hold amity, 'tis hard, almost impossible. Why not my Lord? if then they chancest to slack you, We could control them, if you will come to me, For now I spy a danger, I entreat you, To bring but five and twenty, to no more Will I give place or notice. And in good time you gave it. And speak't again my Lord, no more with me. This house is little the old man and his people, Cannot be well bestowed. For his particular, isle receive him gladly, But not one follower. Followed the old man forth, he is returned. Oh sir, to wilful men The injuries that they themselves procure, Must be their schoolmasters, shut up your doors, He is attended with a desperate train, And what they may incense him to, being apt, To have his ear abused, wisdom bids fear. Ingratfull Fox 'tis he. Hard hard, Oh filthy traitor! So white and such a Traitor. Be simple answerer, for we know the truth. To whose hands you have sent the lunatic King speak? And false. Wherefore to Dover? wast thou not charged at peril— Wherefore to Dover sir? One side will mock another, tother to. How now you dog. Give me thy sword, a peasant stand up thus. Out villain, thou callest on him that hates thee, it was he that made the overture of thy treasons to us, who is too good to pity thee. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell his way to Dover, how is't my Lord? how look you?. But are my brother's powers set forth? Himself in person? Lord Edmund spoke not with your Lady at home. What might import my sisters letters to him? Faith he is posted hence on serious matter, It was great ignorance, Gloucesters eyes being out To let him live, where he arrives he moves All hearts against us, and now I think is gone In pity of his misery to dispatch his nighted life, Moreover to descry the strength at'h army. Our troop sets forth to morrow stay with us, The ways are dangerous. Why should she write to Edmund? might not you Transport her purposes by word, belike Some thing, I know not what, isle love thee much, Let me unseal the letter. I know your Lady does not love her husband I am sure of that, and at her late being here She gave strange aliads, and most speaking looks To noble Edmund, I know you are of her bosom. I speak in understanding, for I know't, Therefore I do advise you take this note, My Lord is dead, Edmund and I have talked, And more convenient is he for my hand Then for your Ladies, you may gather more If you do find him, pray you give him this, And when your mistress hears thus much from you I pray desire her call her wisdom to her, so farewell, If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. Fare thee well. Our sisters man is certainly miscarried, Now sweet Lord, You know the goodness I intend upon you, Tell me but truly, but then speak the truth, Do you not love my sister? But have you never found my brother's way, To the forfended place? I am doubtful that you have been conjunct and bo som'd with his, as far as we call hers. I never shall endure his, deer my Lord be not familiar with her. Why is this reasoned! Sister you'll go with us? 'Tis most convenient, pray you go with us. That's as we list to grace him, Me thinks our pleasure should have been demanded Ere you had spoke so far, he led our powers, Boar the commission of my place and person, The which imediate may well stand up, And call it self your brother. In my right by me invested he compeers the best. Jesters do oft prove Prophets. Lady I am not well, else I should answer From a full flowing stomach, General Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony, Witness the world that I create thee here My Lord and master. Sick, o sick. This sickness grows upon me. Let your study be to content your Lord, Who hath received you at Fortune's alms, You have obedience scanted, And well are worth the worth that you have wanted. Thus out of season, threatening dark eyed night, Occasions noble Gloucester of some prize, Wherein we must have use of your advise, Our Father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of defences, which I best thought it fit, To answer from our hand, the several messengers From hence attend dispatch our good old friend, Lay comforts to your bosom, & bestow your needful council To our business, which craves the instant use. What needs one? Hang him instantly. Such unconstant starts are we Like to have from him, as this of Kents banishment. We shall further think on't. 'Tis good to give him way, he leads himself.