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Enter Edgar. My father watches:-0 sir, fly this place; Intelligence is given where you are hid; You have now the good advantage of the night:Have you not spoken 'gainst the duke of Cornwall? He's coming hither; now, i' the night, i'the haste, And Regan with him; Have you nothing said Upon his party 'gainst the duke of Albany? Advise yourself.

Edg. I am sure on’t, not a word.

Edm. I hear my father coming, -Pardon me:In cunning, I must draw my sword upon you:Draw: Seem to defend yourself: Now quit you

well. Yield: – come before my father; - Light, ho,

here! Fly, brother;—Torches ! torches !—So, farewel.

[Exit Edgar. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion

[wounds his arm. Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunk

ards Do more than this in sport.–Father ! father! Stop, stop! No help?

Enter Glo'ster, and Servants with torches. Glo. Now, Edmund, where's the villain ? Edm. Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword

out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon To stand his auspicious mistress:

Glo.

But where is he? Edm. Look, sir, I bleed. Glo.

Where is the villain, Edmund ? Edm. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he

could Glo. Pursue him, ho!-Go after.— [Exit Ser.]

By no means,—what: Edm. Persuade me to the murder of your lord

ship; But that I told him, the revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend; Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond The child was bound to the father ;--Sir, in fine, Seeing how loathly opposite I stood To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion, With his prepared sword, he charges home My unprovided body, lanc'd mine arm: But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits, Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, Or whether gasted by the noise I made, Full suddenly he fled. Glo.

Let him fly far: Not in this land shall he remain uncaught; And found-Despatch.—The noble duke my mas

ter, My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night: By his authority I will proclaim it, That he, which finds him, shall deserve our thanks, Bringing the murderous coward to the stake; He, that conceals him, death,

Edm. When I dissuaded him from his intent, And found him pight to do it, with curst speech

I threaten’d to discover him: He replied,
Thou unpossessing bastard! dost thou think,
If I would stand against thee, would the reposal
Of any trust, virtue, or worth, in thee
Make thy words faith’d? No: what I should deny,
(As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce
My very character,) I'd turn it all
To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice:
And thou must make a dullard of the world,
If they not thought the profits of my death
Were very pregnant and potential spurs
To make thee seek it.
Glo.

Strong and fastend villain!
Would he deny his letter?-I never got him.

[Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he

comes:

All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape;
The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture
I will send far and near, that all the kingdom
May have due note of him; and of my land,
Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means
To make thee capable.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, and Attendants.
Corn. How now, my noble friend? since I came

hither, (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strange

news.

Reg. If it be true, all vengeance conies too short, Which can pursue the offender.

How dost, my lord?

I Glo. O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, is

crack'd! 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 : It is too bad, too bad. Edm.

Yes, madam, he was. Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affec

ted;

'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
To have the waste and spoil of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my sister
Been well inform’d of them; and with such cau-

tions,
That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.
Corn.

Nor I, assure thee, Regan.-
Edmund, I hear that

you have shown your father A child-like office. Edm.

'Twas my duty, sir. Glo. He did bewray his practice; and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him.

Corn. Is he pursued ?
Glo.

Ay, my good lord, he is.
Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more
Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose,

How in my strength you please. — For you, Ed

mund,
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant
So much commend itself, you shall be ours;
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need;
You we first seize on.
Edm.

I shall serve you, sir,
Truly, however else.
Glo.

For him I thank your grace. Corn. You know not why we came to visit you, Reg. Thus out of season; threading dark-ey'd

night. Occasions, noble Glo'ster, of some poize, Wherein we must have use of

your

advice:-
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of differences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home; the several messengers
From hence attend despatch. Our good old

friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom; and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.
Glo.

I serve you, madam; Your graces are right welcome, [Exeunt.

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