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Glos. Good friend, I pr’ythee take him in thy
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon
him. There is a litter ready; lay him in ’t, And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt
Oppress'd nature sleeps.
master; Thou must not stay behind.
[to the Fool. Glos.
Come, come, away. [Exeunt Kent, Gloster, and the Fool, bearing
off the King. Edg. When we our betters see bearing our
i States clear from distress.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
He childed, as I father'd!—Tom, away :
A room in Gloster's castle.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND,
Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter: the army of France is landed. Seek out the villain Gloster.
[Exeunt some of the Servants. Re. Hang him instantly. Gon. Pluck out his eyes.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.-Edmund, keep you our sister company: the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate 3 preparation; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and
The great events that are approaching. 2 Discover.
intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;farewell, my lord of Gloster.
How now? Where's the king ?
boast To have well-armed friends. Corn.
Get horses for your mistress. Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
[Exeunt Goneril and Edmund. Corn. Edmund, farewell.—Go, seek the traitor
[Exeunt other Servants.
Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER. Re. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him.
Hard, hard.— filthy traitor!
[Regan plucks his beard.
Re. So white, and such a traitor!
do ? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from
Glos. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one opposed.
And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent the king ? Glos.
To Dover. Re.
Wherefore To Dover? Wast thou not charged at perilCorn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer
that. Glos. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand
the course. Re. Wherefore to Dover ?
Glos. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endured, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled 1 fires; yet, poor old
heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl’d that stern time, Thou shouldst have said, “Good porter, turn the
key ;' All cruels else subscribed : ébut I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never.-Fellows, hold the
1 Starry ? Yielded, submitted to the necessity of the occasion.