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To send the old and miserable King
To some retention and appointed guard;
Whose age has charms in it, whose title more,
To pluck the common bosoms on his fide,
And turn our imprest launces in our eyes
Which do command them. With him I sent the Queen,
My reason all the same; and they are ready
To-morrow, or at further space, t' appear
Where we shall hold our seflion.

Alb. Sir, by your patience
I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.

Reg. That's as we list to grace him.
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded

you had spoke so far. He led out pow'rs,
Bore the commission of my place and person,
The which immediate may well stand up,
And call itself your brother.

Gon. Not so hot:
In his own grace he doth exalt himself,
More than in your advancement,

Reg. In my right,
By me invested, he compeers the best.
Alb. That were the most, if he should husband your
Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets.
Gon. Holla, holla!

eye that told you so, look'd but a-squint.
Reg. Lady, I am not well, elle I should answer
From a full Aowing stomach. General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony,
Dispose of them, of me, they all are thine :
Witness the world that I create thee here
My Lord and master.

Gon. Mean you to enjoy him?
Alb. The lett alone lyes not in your good will.
Baft. Nor in thine, Lord.
Alb. Half-blooded fellow, yes.
Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.

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Alb. Stay: hear my reason: Edmund, I arreft thee
On capital treason, and in thy arrest,
This gilded serpent; for your claim, fair sister, 1
I bar it in the interest of my wife ;
'Tis she is sub-contracted to this Lord,
And I her husband contradict your banes.
If you will marry, make your loves to me,
My Lady is bespoke.

Gon. An enterlude !

Alb. Thou art arm’d, Glo'ster, let the trumpet sound :
If none appear to prove upon thy person
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge: I'll prove it on thy heart,
Ere I tafte bread, thou art in nothing less
Than I have here proclaim'd thee.

Reg. Sick, O fick
Gon. If not, I'll ne'er trust poison.

Baft. There's my exchange; what in the world he is
That names me traitor, villain-like he lies;
Call by the trumpet: he that dares approach,
On him, on you, (whom not?) I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.

Alb. A herald, ho!
Trust to thy single virtues ; for thy soldiers,
All levied in my name, have in my name
Took their discharge.

Reg. My sickness grows upon me.
Alb, She is not well, convey her to my tent.

[Exit Regan,
SCENE VII. Enter a Herald.
Come hither, herald, let the trumpet sound,
And read out this.

[A trumpet sounds.

Herald reads. If any man of quality or degree within the lifts of tbe army, will maintain upon Edmund supposed Earlof Glo'fter, that he is a manifold traitor, let bim appear by tbe tbird found of the trumpet : be is bold in bis defence. I trumpet, Her. Again,

2 trumpet. Her. Again,

3 trumpet, [Trumpet answers bim witbir.


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Enter Edgar armed.
Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears.
Upon this call o'th'trumpet.

Her. What are you?
Your name, your quality, and why you answer
This present summons ?

Edg. Know, my name is lost,
By treason's tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bít ;
Yet am I noble as the adversary
I come to cope.

Alb. Which is that adversary?
Edg. What’s he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Glofter
Bast. Himself; whạt say'ft thou to him?
Edg, Draw thy sword,
That if my speech offend a noble heart,
Thy arm may do thee justice ; here is mine :
Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,
My oath, and my profession. I proteft,
Maugre thy Arength, place, youth, and eminence;
Spight of thy victor-sword, and fire-new fortune,
Thy valour, and thy heart, thou art a traitor ;
False to thy Gods, thy brother, and thy father,
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious Prince,
And from th’ extreameft upward of thy head,
To the descent and dust below thy foot,
A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou no,
This sword, this arm, and my best fpirits are bent
To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,
Thou lieft.

Baft. In wisdom I should ask thy name ; But since thy out-lide looks so fair and warlike, And thạt thy tongue fome 'fay * of breeding breathes, What safe and nicely I might well delay By rule of Knight-hood, I disdain and spurn: Back do I toss these treafons to thy head, With the hell-hated lie o’erwhelm thy heart, To which, (for they yet glance by, scarcely bruising) This sword of mine shall give them instant way, S'Say for Ejay, some fagw or probability. Q2


Where they shall reft for ever. Trumpets, speak.

[Alarm. Fight. Baftard falls.
Gon. Save him, O save him; this is practice, Glofter :
By th’law of war, thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish’d,
But cozen'd and beguild.

Alb. Shut your mouth, dame,
Or with this paper fhall I stop it ;
Thou worse than any thing, read thine own evil :
No tearing, Lady, I perceive you know it,

Gon. Say if I do, the laws are mine, not thine ;
Who can arraign me for't?

Alb. Monster, know'it thou This paper ?

Gon. Ask me not what I do know, [Exit Gone Aib. Go after ber, she's desperate, govern her,

Baft. What you have charg'd me with, that I have done,
And more, much more; the time will bring us out,
'Tis paft, and fo am I: byt what art thou
That haft this fortune on me? If thou’rt poble,
I do forgive thee,

Edg. Let's exchange our charity :
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
If more, the more thou'ft wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
The Gods are juft, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague and punish us :
The dark and vicious place, where thee he got,
Coft him his eyes.

Baft. Thou’ft spoken right, 'tis true.
The wheel is come full circle, I am berę.

Aib. Methought thy very gate did propbelic (To Edgasi A royal nobleness; I must embrace thee ? Let forrow split my heart, if ever I Did hate thee or thy father,

Edg. Worthy Prince,
I know it well.

Alb. Where have you hid yourself?
How have you knows the miseries of your father?


Edg. By nursing them, my Lord. Lift a brief tale,
And when 'tis told, (O that my heart would burst !
The bloody proclamation to escape
That follow'd me so near, (O our lives sweetness !
That we the pain of death would hourly bear
Rather than die at once) taught me to Shift
Into a mad-man's rags, t assume a semblance
The very dogs disdain'd : and in this habit
Met I my father with his bleeding rings,
Their precious gems new loft; became his guide,
Led him, beg'd for him, fav'd him from despair,
Never (O fault) reveald myself unto him,
Until some half hour past, when I was armid,
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 extreams of passion, joy and grief,
Burst smilingly.

Baft. This speech of yours hath mov’d 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 diffolve,
Hearing of this,

SCENE IX. Enter a Gentleman,
Gent, Help, help!
Edg. What kind of help?
Alb. Speak, man.
Edg. What means this bloody knife ?

Gent. 'Tis hot, it smoaks, it came even from the heart I of -O! fhe's dead,

Alb. Who's dead ? speak, man.

Gent. Your Lady, Sir, your Lady ; and her fifter
By her is poison'd! the confesses it.

Baft. I was contracted to them both ; all three
Now marry in an instant.
Bdg. 'Here comes Kento

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