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Something might show you a favourer of
Edg. Nothing; why ask you?
Edm. Because he's coming here to-night in haste, And Regan with him.
Edg. Let them come on; I'll stay and clear myself.
Edm. Your innocence at leisure may be heard, But Gloster's storming rage as yet is deaf, And you may perish ere allow'd the hearing. I hear our father coming—Pardon me :— In cunning I must draw my sword upon you :— Draw: seem to defend yourself: now quit you well; Yield: come before my father;—help, ho, here!— Fly, brother;—help, here, help!—farewell, farewell.— [Exit Edgar. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion Of our more fierce encounter—I have seen
Drunkards do more than this in sport.
[Stabs himself in the Arm.
Enter Gloster and Servants.
Glost. Now, Edmund, where's the traitor?
Mumbling of wicked charms,—
Glost. But where is he?
Edm. Look, sir, I bleed.
Glost. Where is the villain, Edmund?
Edm. Sir, he is fled. When by no means he could—
Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that I told him the revenging gods
'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend;
With his prepared sword, he charges home
Full suddenly he fled.
Glost. Let him fly far, this kingdom shall not hide him.
The noble Duke my patron comes to-night;
Rewards for him, that brings him to the stake,
Then of my lands, loyal and natural boy,
Before the Earl Of Gloster's Castle.
Enter Kent, in Disguise, and Oswald.
Osw. Good morrow,
friend; belong'st thou to this
Kent. Ask them will answer thee.
Osw. Where may we set our horses?
Kent. I' th' mire.
Osw. I am in haste; pr'ythee, an' thou lov'st me, tell me.
Kent, I love thee not.
Osw. Why, then, I care not for thee.
Kent. An' I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I'd make
thee care for ine.
Osw. What dost thou mean? I know thee not.
Osw. What dost thou know me for?
Kent. For a base, proud, beggarly, white-livered, glass-gazing, super-serviceable, finical rogue; one that would be a pimp in way of good service, and art nothing but a composition of knave, beggar, coward, pander,
Osw. What a monstrous fellow art thou, to rail at one that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee! Kent. Impudent slave! not know me, who but two days since tripped up thy heels before the king! Draw, miscreant, or I'll make the moon shine through thee. [Drawing his Sword.
Osw. What means the fellow? I tell thee, I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw, you rascal. I know your rogueship's office; you come with letters against the king, taking my young lady Vanity's part against her royal father: Draw, rascal.
Osw. Murder! murder! help!
[Exit, Kent after him.
Flourish of Trumpets.
Enter Duke Of Cornwall, Regan, Captain Of The Guard, and Attendants; Gloster and Edmund.
Glost. All welcome to your graces; you do me honour.
Corn. Gloster, we have heard with sorrow, that your
Has been attempted by your impious son:
But Edmund here has paid you strictest duty.
Glost. He is, my lord.
Reg. Use our authority to apprehend The traitor, and do justice on his head. For you, Edmund, that have signaliz'd
Your virtue, you from henceforth shall be ours;
On, to the sports before us. [Noise within.]—Who are these?
Enter Oswald, pursued by Kent.
Glost. Now, what's the matter?
Corn. Keep peace upon your lives; he dies that
Whence, and what are ye?
Reg. The messengers from our sister, and the king.
Osw. I'm scarce in breath, my lord.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestir'd your valour. Nature disclaims the dastard; a tailor made him. Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
Osw. Sir, this old ruffian here, whose life I spar'd In pity to his beard,
Kent. Thou essence bottle!
In pity to my beard!—Your leave, my lord,
Kent. Yes, sir, but anger has a privilege.
Corn. Why art thou angry?
Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a sword
And have no courage; office, and no honesty ;
Not frost and fire hold more antipathy
Than I and such a knave.
Glost. Why dost thou call him knave?
Corn. No more, perhaps, does mine, nor his, or hers. Kent. Plain dealing is my trade; and, to be plain, sir,
I have seen better faces in my time,
Than stand on any shoulders now before me.
Reg. This is some fellow, that having once been prais'd
For bluntness, since affects a saucy rudeness;
It pleas'd the king, his master, lately
To strike me on a slender misconstruction;
Corn. Bring forth the stocks; we'll teach
Call not the stocks for me; I serve the king,
On whose employment I was sent to you:
You'll show too small respect, and too bold malice Against the person of my royal master,
Stocking his messenger.
[attendants bring forth the Stocks. Corn. Bring forth the stocks; as I have life and
There shall he sit till noon.
[attendants seize Kent.
Reg. Till noon, my lord! Till night, and all night
Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You would not use me so.
Reg. Sir, being his knave, I will.
[attendants put Kent into the Stocks.
Glost. Let me beseech your graces to forbear him;