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Edm. I hear my 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. Light, ho, here!

Fly, brother.-Torches, torches!-So farewell.
Exit Edgar.

Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion
Of my more fierceendeavour. [Stabs his arm.] I have seen

drunkards
Do more than this in sport.-Father, father!-

Stop, stop! No help?
Enter Gloucester, and Servants with torches.

Glou. Now, Edmund, where's the villain?
Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out,

Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon
To stand's auspicious mistress.

Glou. But where is he?
Edm. Look, sir, I bleed.

Glou. Where is the villain, Edmund?
Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could-

Glou. Pursue him, ho! Go after. [Exeunt some Servants].
By no means what?

Edm. Persuade me to the murther of your lordship;
But that I told him the revenging gods

'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend;
Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond

The child was bound to th' father-sir, in fine,
Seeing how loathly opposite I stood

To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion
With his prepared sword he charges home

My unprovided body, lanch'd mine arm;
But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits,

Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to th' encounter,
Or whether gasted by the noise I made,

Full suddenly he fled.
Glou. Let him fly far.

Not in this land shall he remain uncaught;
And found-dispatch. The noble Duke my master,

My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night.
By his authority I will proclaim it

That he which find, him shall deserve our thanks,
Bringing the murderous caitiff to the stake;

He that conceals him, death.
Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent

And found him pight to do it, with curst speech
I threaten'd 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. What I should deny

(As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce
My very character), I'ld turn it all

To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice;
And thou must make a dullard of the world,

If they not thought the profits of my death
Were very pregnant and potential spurs

To make thee seek it.'
Glou. Strong and fast'ned villain!

Would he deny his letter? I never got him.
Tucket 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 hither
(Which I can call but now) I have heard strange news.

Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short
Which can pursue th' offender. How dost, my lord?

Glou. 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?
Glou. O lady, lady, shame would have it hid!

Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous knights
That tend upon my father?

Glou. I know not, madam. 'Tis too bad, too bad!
Edm. 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' expense and waste of his 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 shown your father
A childlike office.

Edm. 'Twas my duty, sir.
Glou. He did bewray his practice, and receiv'd

This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.
Corn. Is he pursued?

Glou. Ay, my good lord.
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more

Be fear'd of doing harm. Make your own purpose,
How in my strength you please. For you, Edmund,

Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours.

Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
You we first seize on.

Edm. I shall serve you, sir,
Truly, however else.

Glou. For him I thank your Grace.
Corn. You know not why we came to visit you-

Reg. Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night.
Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise,

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 bosom, and bestow

Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.

Glou. I serve you, madam.
Your Graces are right welcome.

Exeunt. Flourish.
Scene II.

Before Gloucester's Castle.
Enter Kent and [Oswald the] Steward, severally.

Osw. Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house?
Kent. Ay.

Osw. Where may we set our horses?
Kent. I' th' mire.

Osw. Prithee, if thou lov'st 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. Fellow, I know thee.
Osw. What dost thou know me for?

Kent. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud,
shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy,

worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson,
glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-

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 deny the least

syllable of thy addition.
Osw. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one

that's neither known of thee nor knows thee!
Kent. What a brazen-fac'd varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me!

Is it two days ago since I beat thee and tripp'd up thy heels
before the King? [Draws his sword.] Draw, you rogue! for, though

it be night, yet the moon shines. I'll make a sop o' th'
moonshine o' you. Draw, you whoreson cullionly barbermonger!

draw!
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! murther! help!
Kent. Strike, you slave! Stand, rogue! Stand, you neat slave!

Strike! [Beats him.]
Osw. Help, ho! murther! murther!

Enter Edmund, with his rapier drawn, Gloucester, Cornwall,
Regan, Servants.

Edm. How now? What's the matter? Parts [them].
Kent. With you, goodman boy, an you please! Come, I'll flesh ye!

Come on, young master!
Glou. Weapon? arms? What's the matter here?

Corn. Keep peace, upon your lives!
He dies that strikes again. What is the matter?

Reg. The messengers from our sister and the King
Corn. What is your difference? Speak.

Osw. I am scarce in breath, my lord.
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 stonecutter or a painter could not have
made him so ill, though be had been but two hours at the trade.

Corn. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel?
Osw. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd

At suit of his grey beard-
Kent. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if

you'll give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into
mortar and daub the walls of a jakes with him. 'Spare my grey

beard,' you wagtail?
Corn. Peace, sirrah!

You beastly knave, know you no reverence?
Kent. Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege.

Corn. Why art thou angry?
Kent. That such a slave as this should wear a sword,

Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these,
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain

Which are too intrinse t' unloose; smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel,

Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods;
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks

With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing naught (like dogs) but following.

A plague upon your epileptic visage!
Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool?

Goose, an I had you upon Sarum Plain,
I'ld drive ye cackling home to Camelot.

Corn. What, art thou mad, old fellow?


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