You have now the good advantage of the night :- EDG. I am sure on 't, not a word. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [Exit EDGAR. [Wounds his arm. Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards Enter GLOSTER, 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. EDM. Look, sir, I bleed. GLO. But where is he? Where is the villain, Edmund ? EDM. Fled this way, sir. When by no means he couldGLO. Pursue him, hoa !-Go after.-[Exit Serv.]-By no means,-what? EDM. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that I told him, the revenging gods 'Gainst parricides did all the thunder bend; Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond The child was bound to the father :—Sir, in fine, To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion, Bold in the quarrel's right, rous'd to the encounter, Not in this land shall he remain uncaught: And found-Despatch.-The noble duke my master, By his authority I will proclaim it, That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, EDM. When I dissuaded him from his intent, Make thy words faith'd? No: what I should deny, To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice: To make thee seek it." GLO. [Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not wher' 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 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 comes too short Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord? GLO. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid! REG. Was he not companion with the riotous knights That tended upon my father? GLO. I know not, madam: 't is too bad, too bad.- REG. No marvel then though he were ill affected; Been well inform'd of them; and with such cautions, I'll not be there. CORN. Nor I, assure thee, Regan. Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father 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. CORN. If he be taken, he shall never more Be fear'd of doing harm: make your own purpose, EDM. Truly, however else. GLO. I shall serve you, sir, 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 Gloster, of some poize, Wherein we must have use of your advice :— Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, To answer from our home; the several messengers Your needful counsel to our businesses, Which craves the instant use. GLO. Your graces are right welcome. I serve you, madam : SCENE II.-Before Gloster's Castle. Enter KENT and Steward, severally. [Exeunt. STEW. Good dawning to thee, friend: Art of this house? KENT. Ay. STEW. Where may we set our horses? KENT. I' the mire. STEW. Prithee, if thou lov'st me, tell me. KENT. I love thee not. STEW. Why, then I care not for thee. KENT. If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me. STEW. Why dost thou use me thus ? STEW. What dost thou know me for? I know thee not. KENT. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver'd, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; onetrunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deny'st the least syllable 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-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days since I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon shines; I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you, you whoreson cullionly barbermonger. 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 so carbonado your shanks :-draw, you rascal: come your ways. STEW. Help, hoa! murder! help! KENT. Strike, you slave; stand, rogue; stand, you neat slave; strike. STEW. Help, hoa! murder! murder! [Beating him. Enter EDMUND, CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants. EDM. How now ? What's the matter? Part. KENT. With you, goodman boy, if you please; come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master. GLO. Weapons! arms! What's the matter here? He dies that strikes again: What is the matter? STEW. I am scarce in breath, my lord. KENT. No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee. CORN. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? KENT. A tailor, sir; a stone-cutter, or a painter, could not have made him so ill, though they had been but two hours at the trade. CORN. Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? STEW. This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spar'd, At suit of his gray beard,— KENT. Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter !My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him.Spare my gray beard, you wagtail ? CORN. Peace, sirrah! You beastly knave, know you no reverence? KENT. Yes, sir; but anger hath a privilege. CORN. Why art thou angry ? KENT. That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as these, |