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Thy arm may do thee justice : here is mine.
Behold, it is the privilege of mine honors,
My oath, and my profession: I protest,
Maugre1 thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,
Despite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune,
Thy valor, and thy heart ;-thou art a traitor;
False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father ;
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince;
And, from the extremest upward of thy head,
To the descent and dust beneath thy feet,
A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou, No,
This sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bent
To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
Edm. In wisdom, I should ask thy name;
But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some 'say? of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn.
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head;
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
Which, (for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise)
This sword of mine shall give them instant way,
Where they shall rest for ever.-Trumpets, speak.
Calarums. They fight. Edmund falls. Alb. O, save him, save him! Gon.
This is mere practice,3 Gloster :
By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite : thou art not vanquish’d,
But cozen’d and beguiled.
Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it.-Hold, sir.Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil :No tearing, lady; I perceive, you know it.
[gives the letter to Edmund.
Gon. Say, if I do; the laws are mine, not thine.
Who shall arraign me for 't?
Most monstrous !
Know'st thou this paper ?
Ask me not what I know.
[Exit Goneril. Alb. Go after her : she's desperate; govern her.
[to an Officer, who goes out. Edm. What you have charged me with, that have
And more, much more: the time will bring it out;
'Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou,
That hast this fortune on me? If thou art noble,
I do forgive thee.
Edg. Let's exchange charity.
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to scourge us :
The dark and vicious place where thee he got,
Cost him his eyes.
Thou hast spoken right; 'tis true;
The wheel is come full circle: I am here.
Alb. Methought, thy very gait did prophesy
A royal nobleness.—I must embrace thee.
Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I
Did hate thee or thy father!
Worthy prince, I know 't. Alb. Where have
hid yourself? How have you known the miseries of your
father? Edg. By nursing them, my lord. List a brief
And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst!
The bloody proclamation to escape,
That follow'd me so near, (0, our lives' sweetness !
That with the pain of death we'd hourly die,
Rather than die at once !) taught me to shift
Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance
That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit
Met I my father with his bleeding rings,
Their precious stones new lost; became his guide,
Led him, begg'd for him, saved him from despair ;
Never (O fault !) reveald myself unto him,
Until some half-hour past, when I was arm’d,
Not sure, though hoping of this good success,
I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last
Told him my pilgrimage: but his flaw'd heart,
(Alack, too weak the conflict to support !)
'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,
Edm. This speech of yours hath moved me, And shall, perchance, do good; but speak you on : You look as you had something more to say.
Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in ;
For I am almost ready to dissolve,
Hearing of this.
Edg. This would have seem'd a period
To such as love not sorrow; but another,
To amplify too much, would make much more,
And top extremity.
Whilst I was big in clamor, came there a man,
Who having seen me in my worst estate,
Shunn'd my abhorr'd society; but then, finding
Who 'twas that so endured, with his strong arms
He fasten'd on my neck, and bellow'd out
As he 'd burst heaven ; threw me on my father ;
Told the most piteous tale of Lear and him,
That ever ear received; which in recounting,
His grief grew puissant, and the strings of life
Began to crack: twice then the trumpet sounded,
And there I left him tranced.
But who was this? Edg. Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in dis
guise Follow'd his enemy king, and did him service Improper for a slave.
Enter GENTLEMAN hastily, with a bloody knife.
Gen. Help! help! O, help!
What kind of help? Alb.
Speak, man. Edg. What means that bloody knife ? Gen.
"Tis hot, it smokes ;
It came even from the heart of
Who, man? speak.
Gen. Your lady, sir, your lady: and her sister
By her is poison'd; she hath confess'd it.
Edm. I was contracted to them both; all three Now marry in an instant.
Alb. Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead ! This judgment of the Heavens, that makes
tremble, Touches us not with pity.
Here comes Kent, sir.
Alb. O! it is he.
The time will not allow the compliment,
Which very manners urges.
I am come
To bid my king and master aye good night:
Is he not here?
Alb. Great thing of us forgot !-
Speak, Edmund, where's the king, and where 's
Seest thou this object, Kent?
[the bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in. Kent. Alack, why thus ? Edm.
Yet Edmund was beloved : The one the other poison'd for my sake,