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Tom, away ;

Thou must not stay behind.

[To Fool. Glo. Come, come, away.

[Exeunt, bearing of the King.

Manet Edgar.
Edg. When we our Betters see bearing our Woes,
We scarcely think our Miseries our Foes.
Who alone suffers, suffers most i'th' Mind;
Leaving free things, and happy Shows behind :
But then the Mind much Suff'rance does o'erskip,
When Grief hath Mates, and Bearing Fellowship.
How light, and portable, my pain seems now,
When That, which makes me bend, makes the King bow ;
He childed, as I father'd !
Mark the high Noises, and thyself bewray,
When falfe Opinion, whose wrong Thought defiles thee,
In thy just Proof repeals, and reconciles thee.
What will, hap more to Night; safe 'scape the King!
Lurk, Lurk.

[Exit Edgar. SCENE changes to Glo'ster's Castle. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Edmund, and

Corn. Phew him this letter ; the army of France is

OST speedily to my lord your husband, landed; seek out the traitor Glofer.

Reg. Hang him inftantly.
Gon, Pluck out his eyes.

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.

Enter Steward.
How now? Where's the King ?

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Stew. My lord of Glofter hath convey'd him hence.
Some five or fix and thirty of his Knights,
Hot Queftrists after him, met him at gate ;
Who with some other of the Lords dependants,
Are gone with him tow'rd Dover; where they boast.
To have well-armed friends.

Corn. Get horses for your mistress.
Gon. Farewel, sweet lord, and fifter.

[Exeunt Gon. and Edm.
Corn. Edmund, farewel : -go seek the traitor Gloflers
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us :
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice ; yet our pow'r
Shall do a court'fie to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not controul.

Enter Glo'ster, brought in by Servants:
Who's there? the traitor ?

Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Glo. What mean your Graces! Good my Friends,

You are my Guests : Do. me no foul play, friends.
Corn. Bind him, I say.

[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
Have you sent the lunatick King ? speak.

Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos’d.

Corn. Cunning
Reg. And false.
Corn. Where hast thou sent the King ?
Glo. To Dover.

Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Waft thou not charg'd, at peril-

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,
Corn. If you see vengeance

Serv. Hold your hand, my lord :
I've serv'd you, ever since I was a child ;
But better service have I never done you,
Than now to bid you hold.

Reg. How now, you dog?

Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?

Corn. My villain !
Serv. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.

[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
Edmund ?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
To quit this horrid act.

Reg. Out, treacherous villain.
Thou call it on him, that hates thee: It was he,
That made the overture of thy treasons to us :
Who is too good to pity thee.
Glo. O


Then Edgar was abus'd. Kind gods, forgive
Me that, and prosper him !

Reg. Go thrust him out
At gates, and let him smell his way to Dover.

[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.

if. Serv.

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!

[Exeunt severally.

熟 & ACT IV.

SCENE, an open Country,


Enter EDGAR.
ET better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,

The lowest, most dejected thing of Fortune,
Stands still in esperance; lives not in fear.
The lamentable change is from the best ;
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then,
Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace!
The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst,
Owes nothing to thy blasts.

(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


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