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I shall no leading need.
Give me thy arm;
Before the Duke of Albany's Palace.
Enter GONERIL and EDMUND; Steward meeting
them. Gon. Welcome, my lord : I marvel, our mild hus
band Not met us on the way :-Now, where's your master?
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 treachery, And of the loyal service of his son, 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 to him; What like, offensive. Gon.
Then shall you go no further.
[To EDMUND. It is the cowish terror of his spirit, That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs, Which tie him to an answer : Our wishes, on the way, May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother; Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers : I must change arms at home, and give the distaff
91.e. Our wishes on the road may be completed.
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
[Giving a Favour.
Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.
My most dear Gloster!
[Exit EDMUND. 0, 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.
Gon. I have been worth the whistle.?
O Goneril !
Gon. No more; the text is foolish.
dlb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filthis savour but themselves. What have you done?
Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform’d?
See thyself, devil!
O vain fool!
A woman's shape doth shield thee.
Gon. Marry, your manhood now!
Enter a Messenger.
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! NIess.
Both, both, my lord.
Gon. [Aside.] One way I like this well ;
[Erit. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his
eyes? Mess. Come with my lady hither.
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
And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment Might have the freer course.
Gloster, I live To thank thee for the love thou showd'st the king, And to revenge thine eyes.-Come hither, friend; Tell me what more thou knowest.
The French Camp near Dover.
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman. Kent. Why the king of France is so suddenly gone back know you the reason ?
Gent. Something he left imperfect in the state,
Kent. Who hath he left behind him general?
demonstration of grief? Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my
presence; And now and then an ample tear trillid down Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, she was a queen