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Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall ?
I'm sure on't, not a word.
[Exit EDGAR. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion
[Wounds his arm.
Glo. Now, Edinund, where's the villain ?
But where is he?
Where is the villain, Edmund ?
Servants.]—By no means what ?
Let him fly far:
[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, and Attendants.
hither, Which I can call but now,-I've heard strange news.
Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father nam'd? your Edgar ?
Glo. O lady, lady, shame would have it hid !
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous knights That tend upon my father?
Glo. I know not, madam :-'tis too bad, too bad.
Ay, my good lord.
I serve you, madam:
Enter Kent and OSWALD, severally. Osw. Good dawning to thee, friend : art of this house?
Kent. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken mcats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, threesuited, filthy, worsted-stocking knave.
(Drawing his sword. Osw. Away! I have nothing to do with thee.
Kent. Draw, you rascal: you come with letters 'gainst the king; draw, you rascal.
Osw. Help, ho! murder! help!
[Beating him. Osw. Help, ho! murder! murder!
Edm. How now! What's the matter?
Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and
Reg. The messengers from our sister and the king
Osw. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd at suit of his gray beard,
Kent. Thou zed! thou unnecessary letter!-"Spare my gray beard," you wagtail !
Corn. Peace, sirrah! Know you no reverence ?
Kent. That such a knave as this should wear a sword, who wears no honesty. Corn. Why dost thou call him knave? What's
his offence ? Kent. His countenance likes me not. Corn. No more, perchance, does mine, nor his,
nor hers. Kent. Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain : I have seen better faces in
This is some fellow,
Fetch forth the stocks !-
Sir, I am too old to learn :
honour, There shall he sit till noon. Reg. Till noon! till night, my lord; and all night
too. Kent. Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. Reg.
Sir, being his knave, I will.
[Exit. Stocks brought out. Glo. Let me beseech your grace not to do so : His fault is much, and the good king his master Will check him for it.
I will answer that.
(KENT is put in the stocks. (Exeunt all except GLOSTER and KENT. Glo. I'm sorry for thee, friend ; 'tis the duke's
pleasure, Whose disposition, all the world well knows, Will not be rubb’d nor stopp'd: I'll entreat for thee. Kent. Pray, do not, sir : I've watch'd, and travellid
hard ; Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. Give you good morrow.
Glo. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken.
Exit. Kent. Good king, that must approve the common
saw, Thou out of heaven's benediction com'st To the warm sun ! Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, That by thy comfortable beams I may Peruse this letter !-I know 'tis from Cordelia, Who hast most fortunately been informed Of my obscured course, all weary and o'erwatch'd, Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging. Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy
SCENE 2.—The Open Country.
Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place,