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SCENE I.-A Court within the Castle of the EARL OP
Cur. And you, sir. I have been with your father, and given him notice that the Duke of Cornwall and Regan his duchess will be here with him this night.
Edm. How comes that?
Cur. Nay, I know not. - You have heard of the news abroad; I mean, the whispered ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments?
Edm. Not I: pray you, what are they?
Cur. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany?
Edm. Not a word.
I am sure on't, not a word.
[Exit EDGAR. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion
'[Wounds his arm.
Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards
Enter GLOSTER, and Servants with torches.
Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out,
But where is he?
Where is the villain, Edmund ? Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could, -Glo. Pursue him, ho!-Go after. [Exeunt Servants. ]
By no means what?
Let him fly far:
Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent,
And thou inust make a dullard of the world,
O strong and fasten'd villain!
[Trumpets within Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he comes. All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not scape; The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom May have due note of him; and of my land, Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means To make thee capable.
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants. Corn. How now, my noble friend! since I came hitber,-Which I can call but now,-I have heard strange news.
Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord?
Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack’d, --it's crack'd!
Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father nam’d? your Edgar?
Glo. O lady, lady, shame would have it hid!
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous knights That tend upon my father? Glo.
I know not, madam:It is too bad, too bad.
Edm. Yes, madam, he was of that consort.
Reg. No marvel, then, though he were ill affected:
Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan. -
'Twas my duty, sir.
Corn. Is he pursu'd?
Ay, my good lord.
How in my strength you please. -For you, Edmund,
I shall serve you, sir,
For him I thank your grace.
Reg. Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night:
I serve you, madam:
SCENE II.—Before Gloster's Castle.
Enter Kent and OSWALD severally. Osw. Good dawning to thee, friend : art of this house? Kent. Ay. Osw. Where may we set our horses ? Kent. I' the mire. Osw. Pr’ythee, if thou lovest me, tell me. Kent. I love thee not. Osw. Why, then, I care not for thee.
Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold I would make thee care for me.
Osw. Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not.
Kent. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beygarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; onetrunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou denyest the least syllable of thy addition.
Osw. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee?
Kent. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days since I tripped up thy heels and beat thee before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon shines ; l'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you: draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw.
[Drawing his sword. Osw. Away! I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw, you rascal: you come with letters against the king; and take vanity the puppet's part against the royalty of her father : draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks :--draw, you rascal ; come your ways.
Osw. Help, ho! murder! help.
Kent. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue, stand; you neat slave, strike.
[Beating him. Osw. Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants.
Edm. How now! What's the matter?
Kent. With you, goodman boy, if you please: come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master.
Glo. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here?
Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives;
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king.
Kent. No marvel, you have so bestirr'd your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee: a tailor made thee.
Corn. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man?
Kent. Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter or a painter could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade.
Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
Osw. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spared at suit of his gray beard,
Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!-My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. -Spare my gray beard, you wagtail?
Corn. Peace, sirrah!
Kent. Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege.