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bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister ;-farewell, my lord of Gloster. .
Enter Steward. How now? Where's the king?
Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him .. hence: . Some five or six and thirty of his knights, Hot questrists after him,o met him at gate; Who, with some other of the lord's dependants, Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast To have well-armed friends. Corn.
Get horses for your mistress. Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
Exeunt GONERIL and EDMUND. Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor
[Exeunt other Servants.
B my lord of Gloster.] Meaning Edmund, newly invested with his father's titles. The Steward, speaking immediately after, mentions the old earl by the same title.
• Hot questrists after him.] A questrist is one who goes in search or quest of another. 7 Though well we may not pass upon his life
yet our power Shall do a courtesy to our wrath,] To do a courtesy is to gratify, to comply with. To pass, is to pass a judicial sentence..
I .. Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind him, I say. TServants bind him.
'Hard, hard:-O filthy traitor!
shalt find [REGAN plucks his Beard. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard...
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
in France ? Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth, Corn. And what confederacy have you with the
. traitors ; Late footed in the kingdoin? • Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatick
king?. Speak. · Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, And not from one oppos’d.
'- corky arms.) Dry, withered, husky arms.
9 Will quicken,] i. e. quicken into life. ?im m y hospitable favours-] Farours means the same as features, i, e. the different parts of which a face is composed...
And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent the king? Glo.
To Dover. Reg.
Wherefore To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy peril — Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer
that. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the
course. Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Glo. 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 endur'd, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howľd that stern time, Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key; All cruels else subscrib'd:—But I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never:-Fellows, hold the
chair':--Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
[Gloster is held down in kis Chair, while
CORNWALL plocks out one of his Eyes, and
sets his Foot on it.
Reg. One side will mock another; the other too,
Hold your hand, my lorda I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
2 m occasion.
the course.] The running of the dogs upon me.
But better service have I never done you,
How now, you dog?
Corn. My villain! [Draws, and runs at him, .; Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance
of anger. Draws. They fight. CORNWALL is, wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword. To another Servant.]
. A peasant stand up thus! Snatches a Sword, comes behind, and stabs him, Serv. O, I am slain!—My lord, you have one
eye left to To see some mischief on him:-0! [Dies, Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it :-Out
jelly! Where is thy lustre now? - [Tears out Gloster's other Eye, and throws it
on the Ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my son
Out, treacherous villain!
.O my follies! Then Edgar was abus’d. Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him
the overture of thy treasons-1 Orerture is here used for an opening or discovery. It was he who first laid thy treasons apen to as
His way to Dover.--How is't, my lord? How look
you?.. Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt:-Follow me, lady.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 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man comes to good. 2 Serv.
If she live long, And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters. ; Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the
Bedlam To lead him where he would; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing. 2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites
of eggs, To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!
ACT IV .
the old course of death,] That is, die a natural death.