The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare

From seasons, such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this! Take physick, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel;
That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.

Edg. [Within.] Fathom and half, fathom and
half! Poor Tom!

[The Fool runs out from the Hovel. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, help me!

Kent. Give me thy hand.-Who's there? Fool. A spirit, a spirit; he says his name's poor Tom.

Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there
Come forth.
fi' the straw?
Enter EDGAR, disguised as a Madman.
Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me :-
Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold
wind.-

Humph! go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.
Lear. Hast thou given all to thy two daugh-
And art thou come to this?
[ters?
Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom?
whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and
through flame, through ford and whirlpool,|
over bog and quagmire, that hath laid knives
under his pillow, and halters in his pew; set
ratsbane by his porridge; made him proud of
heart, to ride on a bay trotting-horse over four-
inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a
traitor:-Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold.-
O, do de, do de, do de.-Bless thee from whirl-
winds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom
some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes: there
could I have him now,-and there,-and there,
and there again, and there. [Storm continues.
Lear. What, have his daughters brought him
to this pass?-
[them all?
Could'st thou save nothing? Did'st thou give
Fool. Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had
been all shamed.
[dulous air
Lear. Now, all the plagues that in the pen-
Hang fated o'er men's faults,light on thy daugh-
Kent. He hath no daughters, sir. [ters!
Lear. Death, traitor! nothing could have
subdu'd nature

the hawthorn blows the cold wind; Says sunm mun, ha no nonny, dolphin my boy, my boy, sessa; let him trot by. [Storm still continues.

Lear. Why, thou wert better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies.-Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume:-Ha! there's three of us are sophisticated!-thon art the thing itself:unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.-Off, off, you lendings:-Come; unbutton here.

[Tearing off his Clothes.

Fool. 'Pr'ythee, nuncle, be contented; this is a naughty night to swim in.-Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart; a small spark, all the rest of his body cold.— Look, here comes a walking fire.

Edg. This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet: he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cocks: he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creatures of earth. Saint Withold footed thrice the wold; He met the night-mare and her night-fold; Bid her alight,

And her troth plight,

And, aroint thee, witch, aroint thee!
Kent. How fares your grace?

Enter GLOSTER, with a Torch.
Lear. What's he?

Kent. Who's there? What is't you seek? Glo. What are you there? Your names? Edg. Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog. the toad, the tadpole, the wall-newt, and the water: that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat, and the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipped from ty thing to tything, and stocked, punished, and imprisoned; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear,

But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. my follower: Peace, Smolkin; peace. thou fiend! [pany? Glo. What, hath your grace no better comEdg. The prince of darkness is a gentleman, Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.

To such a lowness, but his unkind daughters.-Beware
Is it the fashion, that discarded fathers
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
Judicious punishment! 'twas this flesh begot
Those pelican daughters.

Glo. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown That it doth hate what gets it. [so vile, Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.

Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock's hill; Halloo, halloo, loo, loo! [and madmen. Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools Edg. Take heed o' the foul fiend: Obey thy Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer parents-keep thy word justly-swear not-To obey in all your daughter's hard commands: commit not with man's sworn spouse-set not thy sweetheart on proud array: Tom's a-cold. Lear. What hast thou been?

Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I ventured to come seek you out,
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher:
What is the cause of thunder?

Kent. Good my lord, take his offer;
Go into the house.

Edg. A serving-man,proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair-wore gloves in my cap-served the lust of my mistress' heart, and did the act of darkness with her-swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven one, that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it: Wine loved I deeply-dice dearly-and in woman, out-paramoured the Turk : False of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand: Hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to women: Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' He said it would be thus:-Poor banish'd books, and defile the foul fiend.-Still through|

[Theban.
Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned
What is your study?
[vermin.
Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill
Lear. Let me ask you one word in private.
Kent. Importune him once more to go, my
His wits begin to unsettle.
[lord,
Glo.
Canst thou blame him?
His daughters seek his death:-Ah, that good
Kent!-

man!

Thou say'st, the king grows mad-I'll tell thee, man to his son; for he's a mad yeoman, that friend,

I am almost mad myself-I had a son,
Now outlaw'd from my blood-he sought my life,
But lately, very late: I lov'd him, friend,-
No father his son dearer: true to tell thee,
[Storm continues.
The grief hath craz'd my wits. What a night's
I do beseech your grace,-
[this!
Lear.
O, cry you mercy,
Noble philosopher, your company.
Fig. Tom's a-cold.

Glo. In, fellow, there, to the hovel-keep thee
Lear. Come, let's in all.
[warın.
With him;

Kent.

Lear.

This way, my lord.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. A Room in Gloster's Castle.

Enter CORNWALL and EDMUND. Corn. I will have my revenge, ere I depart his house.

Edm. How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.

Corn, I now perceive, it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek his death-but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reprovable badness in himself.

Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just! This is the letter he spoke of, which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. O heavens! that this treason were not, or not I the detector! Corn. Go with me to the duchess.

Edm. If the matter of this paper be certain, you have mighty business in hand.

Corn. True, or false, it hath made thee earl of Gloster. Seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.

Edm. [Aside. If I find him comforting the king, it will stuff his suspicion more fully.-I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood. Corn. I will lay trust upon thee-and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

A Chamber in a Farm-House, adjoining the Castle. Enter GLOSTER, LEAR, KENT, Fool, and EDGAR, Glo. Here is better than the open air-take it thankfully-I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can: I will not be long from you.

ness!

sees his son a gentleman before him. Lear. To have a thousand with red burning Come hissing in upon them :-

[spits

Edg. The foul fiend bites my back. Fool. He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. [straight: Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer:[To EDGAR Thou, sapient sir, sit here, [To the Fool.]-Now you see foxes!

Edg. Look, where he stands and glares!-Wantest thou eyes at trial, madam? Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me: Fool. Her boat hath a leak,

And she must not speak

Why she dares not come over to thee. Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white herrings. Croak not, black angel; I have no food for thee. [amaz'd:

Kent. How do you, sir? Stand you not so Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? Lear. I'll see their trial first: Bring in the evidenceThou robed man of justice, take thy place; [To EDGAR. (To the Fool. Bench by his side: You are of the commission, Sit you too. [To KENT.

And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity,

Edg. Let us deal justly.
Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?

Thy sheep be in the corn;

And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
Thy sheep shall take no harm.
Pur! the cat is gray.

Lear. Arraign her first; 'tis Goneril. I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor king her father.

Fool. Come hither, mistress; Is your name Lear. She cannot deny it.

[Goneril? Fool, Cry you mercy, I took you for a jointstool. [proclaim

Lear. And here's another, whose warp'd looks What store herheart is made of.--Stop her there! Arms, arms, sword, fire!-Corruption in the place!

False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? Edg. Bless thy five wits!

Kent. O pity!-Sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft have boasted to retain? Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, They'll mar my counterfeiting. [Aside. Lear. The little dogs and all, [at me. Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark Edg. Tom will throw his head at them :Avaunt, you curs!

Be thy mouth or black or white, Tooth that poisons if it bite; Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound, or spaniel, brach, or lym; Or bobtail tike, or trundle tail; Tom will make them weep and wail: For, with throwing thus my head, Dogs leap he hatch, and all are fled. de, de de. Sessa, Come, march to wakes and fairs, and market towns:-Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.

Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience;-The gods reward your kind[Exit GLOSTER. Edg. Frateretto calls me; and tells me Nero Do is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend.

Fool. 'Prythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman, or a yeoman? Lear. A king, a king!

Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan, see what breeds about her heart: Is there any cause in nature, that makes these hard hearts ?-You, Fool. No; he's a yeoman, that has a gentle-sir, I entertain you for one of my hundred;

We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers, suffers most i' the mind;
Leaving free things, and happy shows, behind:
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that, which makes me bend, makes the
king bow;

He childed, as I father'd!-Tom, away:
Mark the high noises: and thyself bewray,
When false opinion, whose wrong thought de-
files thee,

In thy just proof, repeals, and reconciles thee.
What will hap more to-night,safe scape theking!
Lurk, lurk.
[Exit.

SCENE VII. A Room in Gloster's Castle. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants.

Corn. Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him this letter;-the army of France is landed:-Seek out the villain Gloster.

[Exeunt some of the Servants.

Rcg. Hang him instantly. Gon. Pluck out his eyes. Corn. Leave him to my displeasure.-Edmund, keep you our sister company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our post shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister;-farewell, my lord of Gloster. Enter Steward.

How now? Where's the king?

Stew. My lord of Gloster hath convey'd him hence:

Some five or six and thirty of his knights
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Who with some other of the lord's dependents,
Are gone with him towards Dover; where they
To have well armed friends
[boast
Corn
Get horses for your mistress.
Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
[Exeunt GONERIL and EDMUND.
Corn. Edmund, farewell.-Go, seek the traitor
Gloster,

Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.
[Exeunt other Servants.
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice; yet our power
Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not control. Who's there? The
traitor?

Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER.
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Glo. What mean your graces?-Good my
friends, consider

You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him.
Reg.
Hard, hard:-O filthy traitor.
Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none.
Corn. To this chair bind him :-Villain, thou
shalt find- [REGAN plucks his beard.
Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done,
To pluck me by the beard.

Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
Glo.

Naughty lady, These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin,

Will quicken and accuse thee: I am your host;
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
With robbers' hands, my hospitable favours
Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late
from France ?
[truth,
Reg. Be simple answer'd, for we know the
Late footed in the kingdom?
Corn. And what confederacy have you with
[the traitors
Reg. To whose hands have you sent the luna-
Speak.
[tick king?
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down,
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos'd.

Corn. Reg.

Cunning.

And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent the king? Glo. To Dover. Reg. Wherefore

To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy perilCorn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that. [the course.

Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand Reg. Wherefore to Dover?"

up,

Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd
And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old
[heart,
He holp the heavens to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou should'st have said, Good porter,turn the key;
All cruel's else subscrib'd:-But I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
Corn. See it shalt thou never:-Fellows, hold
the chair:

Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.

[GLOSTER is held down in his Chair, while CORNWALL plucks out one of his Eyes, and sets his Foot on it.

774

KING LEAR.

you,

[too.

Enter GLOSTER, led by an old Man.

My father, poorly led?-World, world, O world!
But that thy strange mutations make us hate
Life would not yield to age.

Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, | The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes Give me some help:-O cruel! O ye gods! here? Reg. One side will mock another; the other Corn. If you see vengeance,Serv. Hold your hand, my lord: I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; But better service have I never done Than now to bid you hold. Reg. How now, you dog? Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel: What do you mean? Corn. My villain! [Draws, and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of anger.

[Draws. They fight. CORN. is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword.-[To another Serv.] A peasant stand up thus!

[Snatches a Sword, comes behind, and
stabs him.

Serv. O, I am slain!-My lord, you have one

eye left

[Dies.
To see some mischief on him :-O!
Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-Out, vile
[jelly!
Where is thy lustre now?

[Tears out GLOSTER'S other eye, and throws
it on the ground.

[thee, Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore [gone: years. Glo, Away, get thee away; good friend, be Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt.

Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my I
son Edmund?

Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
To quit this horrid act.

Reg.
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
Glo.

O my follies!
Then Edgar was abus'd.-
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him
smell
[look you?
His way to Dover.-How is't, my lord? How
Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt:-Follow me,
lady.-

Turn out that eyeless villain;-throw this slave
Upon the dunghill.-Regan, I bleed apace:
Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your arm.
[Exit CORNWALL, led by KEGAN;-Servants
unbind GLOSTER, and lead him out.
1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do,
If this man come to good.

2 Serv.

If she live long, And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters.

1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the [ness Bedlam To lead him where he would; his roguish madAllows itself to any thing.

2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites of eggs,

To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!

Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.
Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no
eyes;

I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen,
Our mean secures us, and our mere defects
Prove our commodities.-Ah, dear son, Edgar,
The food of thy abused father's wrath?
Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
I'd say I had eyes again.
How now? Who's there?
Edg. [Aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, I am
at the worst?

Old Man.

am worse than e'er I was.
Old Man.

'Tis poor mad Tom.
be
Edg. [Aside.] And worse I may yet;
worst is not,

So long as we can say, This is the worst.
Old Man. Fellow, where goest?

Glo.

The

Is it a beggar man?
Old Man. Madman and beggar too.
Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg,
I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw;
Which made me think a man a worm: My son
Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard

more since:

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;
They kill us for their sport.
Edg.
How should this be?-
Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow.
Ang'ring itself and others. [Aside.]-Bless thee,

master!

Glo. Is that the naked fellow ?
Old Man,
Ay, my lord.
Glo. Then, 'pr'ythee, get thee gone: if, for
my sake

Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
I' the way to Dover, do it for ancient love;
And bring some covering for this naked soul,
Whom I'll entreat to lead me.

Old Man.
Alack, sir, he's mad.
Glo. "Tis the time's plague, when madmen
lead the blind.

Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
Above the rest, be gone.

[have,

[Exeunt severally.

Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I Come on't what will.

Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow.

Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.-I cannot daub it

further.

[Aside.

Glo. Come hither, fellow.

Act Fourth.

SCENE I. The Heath.

Enter EDGAR.

Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con-
temn'd,

Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune,
Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear:
The lamentable change is from the best;
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then,
Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace!

Edg. [Aside.] And yet I must.-Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.

Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover? Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and footpath Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits: Bless the good man from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of mur | der, and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing,

who since possesses chambermaids and waitingwomen. So, bless thee, master!

Glo. Here take this purse, thou whom the heaven's plagues

Have humbled to all strokes: that I amwretched,
Makes thee the happier:-Heavens,deal so still!
Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power
So distribution should undo excess, [quickly;
And each man have enough.-Dost thou know
Edg. Ay, master.
[Dover?
Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending
Looks fearfully in the confined deep: [head
Bring me but to the very brim of it,
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear,
With something rich about me: from that place
I shall no leading need.
Edg.

Poor Tom shall lead thee.

Give me thy arm;

[Exeunt. SCENE II. Before the Duke of Albany's Palace. Enter GONERIL and EDMUND; Steward meeting them.

Gon. Welcome, my lord: I marvel, our mild husband [master? Not met us on the way :-Now, where's your Stew. Madam, within; but never man so chang'd:

I told him of the army that was landed;
He smil'd at it: I told him you were coming;
His answer was. The worse: of Gloster's treach-
And of the loyal service of his son, [ery,
When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot;
And told me, I had turn'd the wrong side out:
What most he should dislike, seems pleasant
What like, offensive.
[to him;
Gon.
Then shall you go no further.
[To EDMUND.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
That dares not undertake: he'llnot feel wrongs,
Which tie him to an answer: Our wishes on
[ther;
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my bro-
Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers:
I must change arms at home, and give the distaff
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
Shall pass between us: ere long you are like
to hear,

the way,

If you dare venture in your own behalf,
A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech;
Giving a Favour.
Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air;-
Conceive, and fare thee well.

Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.
Gon.
My most dear Gloster!
[Exit EDMUND.

O, the difference of man, and man!
To thee a woman's services are due;
My fool usurps my bed.
Stew.

Madam, here comes my lord.
[Exit Steward.
Enter ALBANY.
Gon. I have been worth the whistle.
Alb.
O Goneril!
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face-I fear your disposition-
That nature, which contemns its origin,
Cannot be border'd certain in itself;
She that herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither,
And come to deadly use.

[vile:

Gon. No more; the text is foolish,
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem

Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?

Tigers, not daughters,what have you perform'd?
A father, and a gracious aged man,
Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would
lick,
[madded.
Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you
Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
A man, a prince, by him so benefitted ?
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
Twill come,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.
Gon.

Milk-liver'd man!

That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;

Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st,

Fools do those villains pity who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum?

France spreads his banners in our noiseless land;
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and cry'st,
Alack! why does he so?

Aib.
See thyself, devil!
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
So horrid, as in woman.
Gon.

O vain fool!

Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame,

Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood,
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones; Howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's shape doth shield thee.
Gon. Marry, your manhood now!
Enter a Messenger.

Alb. What news?

Mess. O, my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead;

Slain by his servant, going to put out
The other eye of Gloster.
Alb.
Gloster's eyes!
Mess. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with
remorse,

Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword
To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd,
Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead:
But not without that harmful stroke,which since
Hath plucked him after.

Alb.
This shows you are above.
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge!-But, O poor Gloster!
Lost he his other eye?
Mess.
Both, both, my lord.-
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
'Tis from your sister.

Gon, [Aside. One way I like this well; But being widow, and my Gloster with her, May all the building in my fancy pluck Upon my hateful life: Another way, The news is not so tart.—I'll read and answer.

[Exit. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take Mess. Come with my lady hither. [his eyes? Alb. He is not here. Mess. No,my good lord; I met him back again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Mess. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him; [nishment And quit the house on purpose, that their puMight have the freer course.

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