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No blown 1 ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our aged father's right.
I hear and see him !



A room in Gloster's castle.


Re. But are my brother's powers set forth ?

Ay, madam. Re.

Himself In person there?

Stew. Madam, with much ado ; Your sister is the better soldier. Re. Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at

home? Stew. No, madam. Re. What might import my sister's letter to him? Stew. I know not, lady.

Re. Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, To let him live; where he arrives, he moves All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone, In pity of his misery, to despatch His nighted life; moreover, to descry The strength o' the enemy. Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my Re. Our troups set forth to-morrow: stay with us : The ways are dangerous. Stew.


· Inflated, swelling.


may not, madam; My lady charged my duty in this business.

Re. Why should she write to Edmund ? Might

not you

Transport her purposes by word ? Belike, Something — I know not what :- I'll love thee

much, Let me unseal the letter. Stew.

Madam, I had rather
Re. I know, your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that: and, at her late being here,
She gave strange ciliads, and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund : I know, you are of her bosom.

Stew. I, madam ?
Re. I speak in understanding; you are; I know


Therefore, I do advise you, take this note.%
My lord is dead: Edmund and I have talk'd ;
And more convenient is he for my hand,
Than for your lady's: you may gather more.3
If you do find him, pray you, give him this;
And when your mistress hears thus much from you,

desire her call her wisdom to her. So, fare


well. If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.

Observe what I am saying. 3 i. e. you may infer more than I have told you.

i Significant glances.

What party

Stew. Would I could meet him, madam! I would


I do follow. Re.

Fare thee well. [Exeunt.


The country near Dover. Enter GLOSTER, and EDGAR, dressed like a peasant. Glos. When shall we come to the top of that

same hill ? Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we

labor. Glos. Methinks, the ground is even. Edg.

Horrible steep : Hark, do you hear the sea ? Glos.

No, truly. Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imper

fect By your eyes' anguish. Glos.

So may it be, indeed : Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didst. Edg. You are much deceived ; in nothing am I

changed But in my garments. Glos.

Methinks, you are better spoken. Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place : stand still.

How fearful
And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low!

The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air,
Show scarce so gross as beetles : half-way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire; 2 dreadful trade !
Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head :
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yon tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock ; 2 her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high.—I 'll look no more;

my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple 3 down headlong.

Set me where you stand. Edg. Give me your hand : you are now within a

Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.

Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel
Well worth a poor man's taking : fairies, and gods,
Prosper it with thee! Go thou farther off;
Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. [seems to go. Glos.

With all


heart. Edg. Why I do trifle thus with his despair, Is done to cure it. Glos.

O, you mighty gods !

Let go my

1 A plant gathered for pickling. 3 Tumble.

2 Her cock-boat.

This world I do renounce; and, in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off :
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff, and loathed part of nature, should
Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him !
Now, fellow, fare thee well.

[he leaps, and falls along. Edg.

Gone, sir? farewell.And yet I know not how conceit may

rob The treasury of life, when life itself Yields to the theft.1 Had he been where he

By this had thought been past.-Alive, or dead?
Ho, you, sir ! friend !—Hear you, sir ?-speak !
Thus might he pass indeed : 2 yet he revives.
What are you, sir ?

Away, and let me die.
Edg. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer,

feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou hadst shiver'd like an egg : but thou dost

breathe; Hast heavy substance; bleed'st not; speak'st; art

sound. Ten masts at each make not the altitude, Which thou hast perpendicularly fell.

1 i. e. when life is willing to be destroyed.

Thus might be die in reality,

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