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Stew. Madam, within; but never man fo chang'd: I told him of the army that was landed; He smild at it. I told him you were coming; His answer was, The worse. Of Glo'ster's treachery, And of the loyal service of his son, When I inform'd him, then he call'd me Sot. What most he should dislike, feems pleasant to him; What like, offensive.
Gon. Then shall 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 diftaff Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pass between us : You ere long shall hear, 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 most dear Glo'ster! [Exit Edm. Oh, the strange difference of man and man! To thee a woman's services are due, My fool usurps my duty.
Stew. Madam, here comes my lord. [Exit.
Enter Albany: Alb. Oh, Gonerill, what have
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. How could my brother suffer you to do it, A man, a prince by him so benefited ?
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, Whilst thou, a moral fool, fit'st still, and criest, • Alack! why does he fo?”. Alb. Thou chang'd, and self-converted thing!
for shame, Be-monster not thy feature.
Slain by his servant, going to put out
Alb. Glo'ster's eyes!
Against his master: Who, thereat enrag'd,
Alb. This shews You are above,
Mel. Come with my lady hither.
against him, And quit the house of purpose, that their punish
Might have the freer course.
Alb. Glo'ster, I live To thank thee for the love thou shew'dst the king, And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend, Tell me what more thou know'st. [Going, returns. See thyself, Gonerill! Proper deformity shews not in the fiend, So horrid as in woman.
[Exe. Alb. and Mel Gon. Oh, vain fool! That haft not in thy brows an eye discerning VOL. III.
Thine honour from thy suffering !
Enter Steward, with a letter. Stew. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer: 'Tis from your sister. Cornwall being dead, His loss your sister has in part supplied, , Making earl Edmund general of her forces.
Gon. One way I like this well: But being widow, and my Glo'ster with her, May pluck down all the building of my love. I'll read, and answer these dispatches straight. It was great ign'rance, Glo'ster's eyes being out, To let him live. Add speed unto your journey, And if
you chance to meet that old blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. [Exeunt.
Enter Kent and a Gentleman. Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? Gent. Yes, Sir ;' she took 'em, read 'em in my
presence; And now and then a big round tear ran down Her delicate cheek : Much mov’d, but not to rage, Patience with sorrow strove. Her smiles and tears Were like a wetter May.
Kent. Spoke you with her since ?
Gent. Why, good Sir?
him So venomously, that burning shame detains him From his dear daughter.
Gent. Alack, poor gentleman!
Kent. Well, Sir, I'll bring you to our master 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