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Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Glos. What mean your graces ?-Good my

friends, consider
You are my guests : do me no foul play, friends.

Corn. Bind him, I say. (Servants bind him.

Hard, hard.-O filthy traitor!
Glos. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none.
Corn. To this chair bind him.–Villain, thou shalt

[Regan plucks his beard. Glos. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.

Re. So white, and such a traitor!

Naughty lady, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, Will quicken and accuse thee : I


host: With robbers' hands my hospitable favors 1 You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from

France ? Re. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the

traitors Late footed in the kingdom ? Re. To whose hands have you sent the lunatic

king? Speak.

Glos. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,


1 Features,

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 i 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 : 2_but I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never.-Fellows, hold the Ser.

chair :

Starry ? Yielded, submitted to the necessity of the occasion.

Upon these

of thine I 'll set my

[Gloster is held down in his chair, while

Cornwall plucks out one of his eyes,

and sets his foot on it. Glos. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help.–O cruel! O ye gods !

Re. One side will mock another : the other too. Corn. If you see vengeance,

Hold your hand, my lord : I have served you ever since I was a child ; But better service have I never done you, Than now to bid


hold. Re.

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

Corn. My villain ! [draws, and runs at him. Ser. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of


[draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. . Re. Give me thy sword.—[to another Ser.] A

peasant stand up thus ! [snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him. Ser. O, I am slain !—My lord, you have one eye

left To see some mischief on him :-0!

[dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it.-Out, vile

jelly! Where is thy lustre now?

[tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws it

on the ground.

Glos. All dark and comfortless.- Where's my

son Edmund ?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
To quit 1 this horrid act.

Out, treacherous villain !
Thou call'st on him that hates thee : it was he
That made the overture 2 of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.

O my follies !
Then Edgar was abused.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
Re. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him

smell His way to Dover.-How is 't, my lord ? How look

you? Corn. I have received a hurt :-follow me,

Turn out that eyeless villain : throw this slave
Upon the dunghill.--Regan, I bleed apace :
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.

[Exit Cornwall, led by Regan ; Servants unbind

Gloster, and lead him out.
1 Ser. I'll never care whạt wickedness I do,
If this man comes to good.
2 Ser.

If she live long,
And, in the end, meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.

1 Requite.

2 Discovery.

i Ser. Let 's follow the old earl, and get the

bedlam 1 To lead him where he would; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing.

2 Ser. Go thou; I 'll fetch some flax, and whites

of eggs,

To apply to his bleeding face. Now, Heaven help him !

[Exeunt severally.



The heath.

Enter EDGAR.

Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con

temn'd, Than still contemn’d and flatter'd.2 To be worst, The lowest, and 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. But who comes here?

1 Bedlamite, madman.

? It is better to be thus contemned and know it, than to be flattered by those who secretly contemn us.

3 Hope.

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