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But that I told him, the revenging gods
'Gainst parricides did all their 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 unnat'ral purpose, in fell motion
With his prepared sword he charges home
My unprovided body, lanc'd my arm;
'Till at length gasted by the noise I made,
Full suddenly he fled.

Gloc. Let him fly far;
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught.
The noble duke,
My worthy and arch patron, comes to-night;
By his authority I will proclaim it,
That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks;
He that conceals him, death. ,

Edm. When I diffuaded him from his intent, And threaten’d to discover him; he replied, Thou unpoffeffing bastard ! dost thou think, If I would stand against thee, the reposal Of any truft, virtue, or worth in thee Would make thy words faith'd ? no; I'd turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice.

Gloc. Oh, strange, fasten'd, villain! Would he deny his letter?

Al ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
I will fend 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 in bodo
To make thee capable.

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Scene, the outside of the earl of Glocester's castle.

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Enter Kent, and Steward, severally. o; en 'n
Stew. Good evening to thee, friend; art of this
house?

Kent. Ay.
Stew. Where may we fet our horses ?
*Kent. I'th' mire. ?

Imano Stew. Prithee, if thou lov'st me, tell me. ar Kent. I love thee not."

Ovu Stew. Why then I care not for thee.

Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.

Stew. Why dost thou use me thus ? I know thee not.

Kent. Fellow, I know thee. E! 19,92: Stew. What dost thou know me for?

Kent. A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threesuited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking

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knave; a hilly-liver'd, action-taking knate; a whora son, glafs-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service; and art nothing but the composition of knave, beg. gar, coward, pander; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least fyllable of thy addition.

Stew. 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-fac'd varlet art thou, thus to deny thou know'st me? Is it two days ago, since I tript up thy heels, and beat thee before the king ? Draw, you rogue; for though it be night, yet the moon shines; I'll make a fop o'th' moonshine of you; you whorson, cullionly, barber-monger, draw.

[Drawing his sword. Stew. 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 fo carbonado your shanks---draw, you rascal, come your ways.

." Stew. Help, ho! murder! help!

Kent. Strike, you slave , stand, rogue, ftand, you neat slave, strike.

[Beating him.

Stew.

Stew. Help ho! murder! murder ![Exeunt.

Flourish. Enter Cornwall and Regan, attended;

meeting Glocefter and Edmund. Gloc. You graces are right welcome. Cornw. How now, my noble friend? Gince I

came hither, Which I can call but now, I have heard ftrange news. Regan. If it be true, all vengeance comes top

short, Which can pursue th’offender: How does my lord? Gloc. Oh, madam, my old heart is crack'd, 'tis

crack'd. Regan. What, did my father's godfon seek your

life?
He whom my father nam'd ? your Edgar?

Gloc. Oh, lady, lady, shame would have it hid.
Regan. Was he not companion with the riotous

knights
That tend upon my father?

Gloc. I know not, madam: 'Tis too bad, too bad.
Edm. Yes, madani, he was of that confort.

Regan. No marvel then, tho' he were ill affected;
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
To have th’expence and waste of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my sister

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Been well inform'dof them; and with such cautions,
That if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.

Cornw. Nor I, affure thee, Regan.
Edmund, I hear, that you have shewn your father
A child-like office.

Edm. 'Twas my duty, Sir.

Gloc. He did reveal his practice, and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Cornw. Is he pursu'd ?
Gloc. Ay, my good lord.

Cornw. If he be taken, he shall never more
Be feard of doing harm. As for you, Edmund,
Whofe virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours:
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need.

Edm. I shall ferve you, Sir, truly, however else.
Gloc. I thank your grace.

Regan. Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of diff'rences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home: The fev'ral messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our businesses,
Which crave the instant use.
Glac. I serve you, madam.

Enter

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