ACT II. SCENE I A Caftle belonging to the Earl of Glo'fter. Enter Edmund and Curan, feverally. EDMUND. AVE thee, Curan. SAV Cur. And you, Sir. I have been with your father, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his Dutchefs, 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-kiffing 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. Cur. You may do then in time. Fare you well, Sir. SCENE II. [Exit. Edm.THE Duke be here to-night! the better! best! This weaves itself perforce into my business; To him, Enter Edgar. My father watches; O, Sir, fly this place, He's He's coming hither now i'th' night, i'th' hafte, Edg. I'm fure on't, not a word. Edm. I hear my father coming. Pardon me In cunning, I muft draw my fword upon you- Yield come before my father-light hoa, here!Fly, brother-Torches !-fo farewel- [Exit Edgar. 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, ftop, no help? To him, Enter Glo'fter, and fervants with torches. Glo. Now, Edm. Here ftood he in the dark, his fharpfword out, Mumbling of wicked Charms, conj'ring the moon To ftand 's aufpicious 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. Purfue him, ho! go after. By no means, what? Edm. Perfuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that, I told him, the revenging Gods 'Gainft 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 oppofite I ftood G 6. To To his unnat ral purpose, in fell motion Glo. Let him fly far; Not in this land fhall he remain uncaught; By his authority I will proclaim it, That he, who finds him, fhall deferve our thanks, Edm. When I diffuaded him from his intent, Make thy words faith'd? no; when I fhould deny. To thy fuggeftion, plot, and damned practice; Glo. O ftrange, faflen'd villain! [Trumpets within. Would he deny his letter; I never got him.- comes All Ports I'll bar; the villain fhall not 'fcape; SCENE Enter Cornwall, Regan, and attendants. Corn.HOW now, my noble friend? fince I came hither, Which I can call but now, I have heard ftrange news. Glo. O lady, lady, Shame would have it hid. That tend upon my father? Glo. I know not, Madam: 'tis too bad, too bad. Edm. Yes, Madam, he was of that confort. 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 prefent evening from my fifter Been well inform'd of them; and with fuch cautions, That if they come to fojourn at my house, I'll not be there. Corn. Nor I, I affure thee, Regan; Edmund, 1 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, striving to apprehend him. Corn. Is he pursued? Glo. Ay, my good lord. Corn. If he be taken, he fhall never more Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose, Natures Natures of fuch deep Truft we shall much need: Edm. I fhall ferve you, Sir, Glo. I thank your Grace. Corn. You know not why we came to vifit youReg. Thus out of feafon threading dark-ey'd night; Occafions, noble Glo'fter, of fome poife, Wherein we must have ufe of your advice. Our father he hath writ, fo hath our fifter, Of diff'rences, which I beft thought it fit To answer from our home: the fev'ral meffengers From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend, Lay Comforts to your bofom; and bestow Your needful counsel to our businesses, Which crave the instant use. Glo. I ferve you, Madam: Your Graces are right welcome. SCENE [Exeunt. V. Enter Kent, and Steward, feverally. Stew. Go OOD downing to thee, friend; art of this house? Kent. Ay. Stew. Where may we fet our horses? Kent. I'th' mire. Stew. Pr'ythee, if thou lov'ft me, tell me. Kent. I love thee not. Stew. Why then I care not for thee. Kent. If I had thee in Lipfbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me. Stew. Why doft thou ufe me thus? I know thee not. Kent. Fellow, I know thee. Stew. What dost thou know me for? Kent. A knave, a rafcal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-fuited, hun dred |