Stew. Madam, within; but never man fo chang'd: I told him of the army that was landed; He fmil'd at it. I told him you were coming; His anfwer was, The worse. Of Glo'fter's treachery, And of the loyal fervice of his fon, When I inform'd him, then he call'd me Sot. What most he should diflike, feems pleasant to him; What like, offenfive. Gon. Then fhall you go no further. [To Edm. It is the cowish terror of his fpirit, That dares not undertake. Back, Edmund, to my brother; Haften his mufters, and conduct his powers. I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pafs between us: You ere long shall hear, If you dare venture on your own behalf, A mistress's command. Conceive, and fare thee well. Edm. Yours in the ranks of death. Gon. My moft dear Glo'fter! [Exit Edm. Oh, the strange difference of man and man! To thee a woman's fervices are due, My fool ufurps my duty. Stew. Madam, here comes my lord. [Exit. Enter Enter Albany: Alb. Oh, Gonerill, what have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A father and a gracious aged man, Most barb❜rous, most degen'rate, have you madded. Gon. Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Where's thy drum ? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land, Whilft thou, a moral fool, fit'ft ftill, and crieft, "Alack! why does he so?"———— Alb. Thou chang'd, and self-converted thing! for shame, Be-monster not thy feature. Enter Messenger Mef. Oh, my good lord, the duke of Cornwall's dead; Slain by his fervant, going to put out The earl of Glo'fter's eyes. Alb. Glo'fter's eyes! Me. A fervant, that he bred, thrill'd with remorfe, Oppos'd the horrid act; bending his sword Against Against his master: Who, thereat enrag'd, Alb. This fhews You are above, You Jufticers, that these our nether crimes Alb. He's not here. Meff. No, my good lord; he is return'd again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Meff. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him, And quit the houfe of purpose, that their punish ment Might have the freer courfe. Alb. Glo'fter, I live To thank thee for the love thou fhew'dft the king, And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend, Tell me what more thou know'ft. [Going, returns. See thyself, Gonerill! Proper deformity fhews not in the fiend, Thine honour from thy fuffering! Enter Steward, with a letter. Stew. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer: But being widow, and my Glo'fter with her, Scene, Dover. Enter Kent and a Gentleman. Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? Gent. Yes, Sir; fhe took 'em, read 'em in my And now and then a big round tear ran down Kent. Kent. Spoke you with her fince? Gent. No. Kent. Well, Sir; the poor diftreffed Lear's in town; Who fometimes, in his better tune remembers What we are come about; and by no means Gent. Why, good Sir? Kent. A fov'reign fhame fo bows him; his unkindness, That stripp'd her from his benediction, turn'd her To foreign cafualties, gave her dear rights To his dog-hearted daughters; these things fting him So venomously, that burning fhame detains him From his dear daughter. Gent. Alack, poor gentleman! Kent. Of Albany's and Cornwall's pow'rs you heard? Gent. "Tis fo, they are afoot. Kent. Well, Sir, I'll bring you to our mafter Lear, And leave you to attend him. Some dear cause Will in concealment wrap me up awhile: When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. Pray, along with me. [Exeunt. N2 Scene, |