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SCENE, A Castle belonging to the Earl

of Glo'fter.

Enter Edmund and Curan, severally.

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AVE thee, Curan.

Cur. And you, Sir. I have been with your fa

ther, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his Dutchess, will be here with him this night.

Edm. How comes that ?

Cur. Nay, I know not; you have heard of the news abroad;

I mean, the whisper'd ones; for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments.

Edm. Not I ; pray you, what are they ?

Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany ?

Edm. Not a word.
Cúr. You may do then in time. Fare you well, Sir.

[Exit. Edm. The Duke be here to night! the better ! best! This weaves it self perforce into my

business ;
My father hath fet guard to take my brother,
And I have one thing of a queazy question
Which I must act: briefness, and fortune work!
Brother, a word ; descend ; Brother, I say ;

To him, Enter Edgar.
My father watches; O Sir, fly this place,
Intelligence is giv'n where you are hid;
You've now the good advantage of the night
Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither, now i'th' night, i'th' haste,


And Regan with him; have you nothing faid
Upon his Party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
Advise your self.

Edg. I'm 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 your self. Now quit you well Yield come before my father-light hoa, here ! Fly, brother-Torches ! — so farewel - [Ex. Edg. Some blood, drawn on me, would beget opinion

(Wounds his arm. Of my more fierce endeavour. I've seen drunkards Do more than this in sport. Father! father! Stop, stop, no help?

To him, Enter Glo'ster, and servants with torches. Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ?

Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his fharp sword out,
Mumbling of wicked Charms, conj'ring the moon
To stand 's auspicious mistress.

Glo. But where is he?
Edm. Look, Sir, I bleed.
Glo. Where is the villain, Edmund ?
Edm. Fled this way, Sir, when by no means he

could Glo. Pursue him, ho! go after. By no means, what?

Edm. Persuade me to the murther of your lordship;
But that, I told him, the revenging Gods
'Gainst Parricides did all the thunder bend,
Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond
The child was bound to th' father. Sir, in fine,
Seeing how lothly opposite I stood
To his unnat’ral purpose, in feil motion
With his prepared sword he charges home
My unprovided body, lanc'd my arm;
And when he saw my best alarmed spirits,
Bold in the quarrel's right, rousd to th’encounter,
Or whether gafted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.


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Glo. Let him fly far ;
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught
And found; dispatch -the noble Duke my master,
My worthy and arch-patron, comes to-night; (6)
By his authority I will proclaim it,
That he, who finds him, shall deserve our thanks,
Bringing the murth'rous coward to the stake:
He that conceals him, death.

Edm. When I dislwaded him from his intent,
And found him pight to do it, with curft speech
I threaten'd to discover him ; he replied,
Thou unpoffesfing Bastard ! do'st 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, although thou didft produce
My very character) I'd turn it all
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.

[Trumpets within.
Glo. O strange, faften'd, villain!
Would he deny his letter ? -- I never got him.
Hark, the Duke's trumpets ! I know not why he comes
All Ports I'll bar; the villain thall 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.

(6) My worthy Arch and Patron.) I can meet with no Allthority of this Word used in this manner, to signify, my Prince, my Chief; but always as an epitatic Particle prefix'd and annex'd to another Noun: and therefore i have ventur'd to suppose a Transposition of the Copulative, and that we ought to read, Arch-patron, as Arch-dxkeArch-angel, Arch

bishop, &c.


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 Thort, Which can pursue th' offender ; how does my lord?

Glo. O Madam, my old heart is crack’d, it's 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. I know not, Madam : 'tis too bad, too bad. Edm. Yes, Madam, he was of that consort.

Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected ;
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
To have th' expence and waste of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my fifter
Been well inform'd of them; and with fuch cautions,
That if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.

Corn. Nor I, I assure thee, Regan ;
Edmund, I hear, that you have thewn your father
A child-like office.

Edm. 'Twas my duty, Sir.

Glo. He did bewray his practice, and receiv'd
This hurt you see, ftriving to apprehend him.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Glo. Ay, my good lord.

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. As for you, Edmund,
Whofe virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend it self, you shall be ours ;
Natures of such deep Truft we shall much need:
You we first seize on.

Edm. I shall serve you, Sir,
Truly, however else.
Glo. I thank your Grace,

Corn. You know not why we came to visit you

Reg. Thus out of season threading dark-ey'd night; (7) Occafions, noble Glofler, of fome prize, Wherein we must have use of your advice. Our father he hath writ, so hath our fifter, Of diff'rences, which I best thought it fit To answer from our home : the sev'ral messengers From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend, Lay Comforts to your bosom ; and bestow Your needful counsel to our businesses, Which crave the instant use.

Glo. I serve you, Madam : Your Graces are right welcome.

[Exeunt. Enter Kent, and Steward, severally. Stew. Good evening to thee, friend; art of this house? Kent. Ay: Stew. Where may we set our horses ? Kent. I'th' mire. Stew. Pr’ythee, if thou lov'st 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.

Stew. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
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, hallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lillyliver'à, action-taking, knave; a whorson, glass-gazing,

threading dark-ey'd Night.] I have not ventur'd to displace this Reading, tho' I have great Suspicion that the Poet wrote,

treading dark-ey'd night. i, e. travelling in it. The other carries too obscure, and mean an Allusion. It must either be borrow'd from the Cante phrase of threading of Alleys, i. e. going thro' bye-passages to avoid the high Streets; or to threading a Needle in the dark.


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