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Tom, away ;
Thou must not stay behind.
[To Fool. Glo. Come, come, away.
[Exeunt, bearing of the King.
[Exit Edgar. SCENE changes to Glo'ster's Castle. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Edmund, and
OST speedily to my lord your husband, landed; seek out the traitor Glofer.
Reg. Hang him inftantly.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our fifter company ; the revenges, we are bound to take upon your traiterous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke, where you are going, to a most feftinate preparation ; we are bound to the like. Our Pofts shall be fwift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewel, dear fifter ; farewel, my lord of Gloster.
Stew. My lord of Glofter hath convey'd him hence.
Corn. Get horses for your mistress.
[Exeunt Gon. and Edm.
Enter Glo'ster, brought in by Servants:
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
[They bind bim. Reg. Hard, hard : O filthy traitor! Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are ! I'm none. Corn. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt:
find Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor ?
Glo. Naughty lady, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, Will quicken and accuse thee; I'm your Hoft ; . With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Corn. Come, Sir, what letters had you late from:
France ? Reg. Be fimple answerer, for we know the truth. Gorn. And what confed'racy have you with the traitors,
Late footed in the kingdom?
Reg. To whose hands
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Corn. Wherefore to Dover? let him firit answer that, Glo. I am ty’d to th' itake, and I must stand the
course. Reg. Wherefore to Dover ?
Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes ; nor thy fierce fifter In his anointed flesh stick boarish phangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night indur'd, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires ; (18) Yet poor old heart, he help'd the heav'ns to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, Thou should'st have said, “ go; porter, turn the key ; All cruels else subscrib'd ; but I shall see The winged vengeance overtake fuch children.
Corn. See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. (Glo'ster is held down, while Cornwall treads out
one of his eyes, Glo. He, that will think to live 'till he be old, Give me some help.
O cruel! O you gods ! (18) And quench'd the steeled fires. ] The fagacious Editors have all blunder'd in this Word without the least Variation: It is indisputable, that the Author must have wrote,
And quench'd the itelled fires. j. e. the Harry Fires ; an adjective coin'd from Stella.
Reg. One fide will mock another ; th' other too,
Serv. Hold your hand, my lord :
Reg. How now, you dog?
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
Corn. My villain !
[Fight; in the Scufle Cornwall is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus ?
[Kills him. Serv. Oh, I am Main my lord, you have one
eye To see some mischief on him. Oh
[Dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it ; out, vile gelly: Where is thy lustre now? [Treads the other out. Glo. All dark and comfortless
where's my son
Reg. Out, treacherous villain.
Reg. Go thrust him out
[Ex. with Glo'ster. How is't, my lord, how look you?
Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt ; follow me, lady, Turn out that eyeless villain ; throw this slave Upon the dunghil. Regan, I bleed.apace, Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
[Exit Corn. led by Regan.
14. Serv. I'll never care what Wickedness I do, (19) If this Man come to. Good.
2d. Serv. If She live long, And, in the End, meet the old course of Death, Women will all turn Monsters. 14. Serv. Let's follow the old Earl, and get the
Bedlam To lead him where he would ; his roguish Madness All itself to any Thing. 2d. Serv. Go thou ; I'll fetch fome Flax and whites
of Eggs T'apply to's bleeding Face. Now, Heaven help him!
熟 & ACT IV.
SCENE, an open Country,
The lowest, most dejected thing of Fortune,
(19) I'll never care what Wickedness I do,] This short Dialogue I have inserted from the Old Quarto, because I think it full of Nature. Servants, in any House, could hardly see such a Barbarity committed on their Master, without Réflections of Pity; and the Vengeance that they presume must over. take the Actors of it, is a Sentiment and Doctrine well worthy of the Stage