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And of the loyal service of his son,
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 Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to hear, If you dare venture in your own behalf, A mistresses command. Wear this; spare speech;
[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 75.
Gon. No more; the text is foolish.
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filths savour but themselves. What have
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, Most barbarous, most degenerate ! have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it? A man, a prince, by him so benefited ? 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 yillains pity, who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief.
See thyself, devil!
0 vain fool!
Enter a Messenger.
But not without that harmful stroke, which since
This shows you are above,
Both, both, my lord. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; 'Tis from
[Exit. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his
eyes? Mess. Come with my lady hither. 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
And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
Gloster, I live
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 ?
Kent. Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief? Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in my
0, then it mov'd her.