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SCENE, an apartment in the castle belonging to the
earl of Glocefter.
This weaves itself perforce into my business, Which I must act : briefness and fortune, work! Brother, a word; descend; brother, I say !
To him, enter Edgar, endins
Edgar. I'm sure on't, not a word,
To tarry here. Fly, brother ! hence ! away.
[Exit Edgar. Glo'fter approaches.--Now for a feigned fcuffle ! -Yield ! come before my father! lights, here,
lights ! Some blood drawn on me, would beget opinion
[Wounds his arm. Of
my fierce encounter. I've seen drunkards Do more than this. in sport. Father! father! Stop, stop, no help ?-
To him, enter Glocefter and servants with torches.
out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conj'ring the moon To stand's auspicious mistress.
Gloc. But where is he?
what ? Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lord
But that I told him, the revenging gods
Gloc. Let him fly far;
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 trust, 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?
All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape ; vol
Scene, the outside of the earl.of Glocester's castle,
Enter Kent, and Steward, severally. 3 ast Stew, Good evening to thee, friend; art of this a house? • Kent. Ay.
Stew. Where may we set our horses?
Kent. I love thee not. , di brive,
Kent. If I had thee in Lipfbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me..
A Stew. Why doft thou use me thus ? I know thee not.
1.800 px?59 Kent. Fellow, I know thee. 176311! 1999 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
knave; a lilly-liver'd, action-taking knave; a whora fon, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service and art nothing but the composition of knave, began gar, coward, pander ; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou denieft the leaft 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 fhinés; 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, ftsike.