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Kent. I will not sleep, my Lord, 'till I have delivered your Letter.

[Exit. Fool. If a Man's Brains were in his Heels, wer't not in danger of Kibes?

Lear. Ay Boy

Fool. Then I prethee be merry, thy Wit shall not go Nip-shod.

Lear. Ha, ha, ha.

Fool. Shalt see thy other Daughter will use thee kindly; for though she's as like this, as a Crab's like an Apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.

Lear. What canst tell, Boy?

Fool. She will taste as like this, as a Crab do's to a Crab; canst thou tell why ones Nofe stands i'th' middle on's Face ?

Lear. No.

Fool. Why, to keep ones Eyes of either side one's Nose ; that what a Man cannot smell out, he may spy into.

Lear. I did her wrong.
Fool. Canst tell how an Oyster makes his Shell ?
Lear. No.

Fool. Nor I neither ; but I can tell why a Snail has
House.

Lear. Why?

Fool. Why to put's Head in, not to give it away to his Daughters, and leave his Horns without a Cafe.

Lear. I will forget my Nature, so kind a Father ! Be my Horses ready?

Fool. Thy Ales are gone about 'em ; the reason why the seven Stars are no more than seven, is a pretty Reason.

Lear. Because they are not eight.
Fool. Yes indeed ; thou wouldit make a good Fool.
Lear. To take't again perforce - Monster ingratitude !

Fool. If you were my Fool, Nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.

Lear. How's that?

Fool. Thou shouldft not have been Old, 'till thou hadft been Wise.

Lear. O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven 1 keep me in temper, I would not be mad. How now, are the Horses ready? Ee 3

Gent.

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Gent. Ready, my Lord,
Lear. Come, Boy.

Fool. She that's a Maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a Maid long, unless things be cut shorter.

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I. SCENE A Castle belonging to the Earl of

Gloster.

Baft. SACI

Enter Bastard, and Curan, severally.
AVE thee, Curan.

Cur. And you, Sir, I have been
With your Father, and given him Notice
That the Duke of Cornwall

, and Regan his Dutchess Will be here with him this Night:

Baft. How comes that?

Cur. Nay I know not ; you have heard of the News ar broad, I mean the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but Ear-killing Arguments.

Baßt. Not I; pray you what are they?

Cur. Have you heard of no likely Wars toward, 'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany ?

Baft. Not a word.

Cur. You may do then in time, Fare you well, Sir.

[Exit. Bajt. The Duke be here to Night! the better, best, This weaves it self perforce into my

Business.
My Father hath set guard to take my Brother,
And I have one thing of a queazy Question
Which I must ad ; briefness, and Fortune work.

Enter Edgar.
Brother, a word, descend, Brother, I say,
My Father watches; O Sir, fly this place;
Intelligence is given where you are hid;
You have now the good advantage of the night
Have you not spoken ”gainst the Duke of Cornwall ?

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He's coming hither, now i'th' Night, i'th' haste,
And Regan with him ; have you nothing said
Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany ?
Advise your felf.

Edg. I am sure on't, not a word.

Bast. I hear my Father coming, pardon me
In cunning, I must draw my Sword upon you ----
Draw, seem to defend your self.
Now quit you well
Yield come before

my

Father light hoa, here, Fly, Brother ---- Torches! --- so farewel [Exit Edgar. Some blood drawn on me would beget Opinion

[Wounds his Arm. of

my more fierce endeavour, I have seen Drunkards
Do more than this in Sport ; Father ! Father !
Siop, stop, no help?

Enter Glofter, and Servants with Torches.
Glo. Now Edmund, where's the Villain ?

Bast. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp Sword out,
Mumbling of wicked Charms, conjuring the Moon
To ftand his auspicious Mistress.

Glo. But where is he?
Baff. Look, Sir, I bleed.
Glo. Where is the Villain, Edmund ?
Baft. Fled this way, Sir, when by no means he could
Glo. Pursue him, ho! go after. By no means, what? ----

Baft. Perswade me to the Murther of yoạr Lordship;
But that I told him the revenging Gods,
Gainst Parricides did all the Thunder bend,
Spoke with how manifold, and strong a Bond
The Child was bound to th' Father. Sir, in fine,
Seeing how lothly opposite I stood
To his unnatural purpose, in fell Motion
With his prepared Sword, he charges home
My unprovided Body, launcht mine Arm;
And when he saw my best alarmed Spirits,
Bold in the Quarrels right, rouz’d to th' encounter,
Or whether gasted by the Noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.

Glo. Let him fly far ;
Ņot in this Land shall he remain uncaught

And

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And found; Dispatch, the Noble Duke,

my

Master,
My worthy Arch and Patron comes to Night,
By his Authority I will proclaim it,
Thaç he which finds him shall deserve our Tbanks,
Bringing the murtherous Coward to the Stake :
He that conceals him, Death.

Baff. When I disswaded him from his intent,
And found him pight to do it, with curst Speech
I threatned to discover him ; he replied,
Thou unpossessing Bastard, dost thou think,
If I would stand against thee, would the Reposal
Of

any Trust, Virtue, or Worth in thee
Make thy words faith'd? No, by what I Moulddeny,
(As this I would, though thou didst produce
My very Character) I'd turn it all
To thy Suggestion, Plot, and damned Pra&ice ;
And thou must make a dullard of the World,
If they not thought the Profits of my Death
Were very pregnant and potential Spirits
To make thee seek it,

[Trumpets within.
Glo. O strange and fastned Villain !
Would he deny his Letter, said he?
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 Pi&ure
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 hither, Which I can call but now, I have heard strangeness.

Reg. If it be true, all Vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th’offender; how does 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 Knighes That tended upon my Father?

Glo.

Glo. I know not, Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad.
Baft. Yes, Madam, he was of that Consort.

Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill-affected;
'Tis they have put him on the old Man's Death,
To have th’expence and waste of Revenues ;
I have this present Evening from my sister
Been well inform'd of them, and with such cautions,
That if they come to sojourn at my House,
I'll not be there.

Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan ;
Edmund, I hear that you have Thewn your Father
A Child-like Office.

Baft. It is my Duty, Sir.

Glo. He did bewray his Pra&ice, and receiv’d
This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Glo. Ay, my good Lord.

Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Be feard of doing harm, make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please; as for you, Edmund,
Whose virtue and obedience doth, this instant,
So much commend it self, you shall be ours ;
Nature's of such deep trust, we shall much need:
You we first seize on.

Baft. I shall serve you, Sir, truly, how ever else.
Glo. For him I thank your Grace.
Corn. You know not why we came to visit you

Reg. Thus out of season, thredding dark-ey'd night?
Occasions, noble Glofter, of some Prize,
Wherein we must have use of your Advice
Our Father he hath writ, so hath our Sister,
Of Differences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home ; the several Messengers
From hence attend Dispatch. Our good old Friend
Lay Comforts to your Borom, and bestow
Your needful Counsel to our Businesses,
Which crave the instant use.

Gle. I serve you, Madam,
Your Graces are right welcome.

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