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Gon. Farewell sweet Lord, and Sister.
Exit
Corn. Edmund farewell: go seek the Traitor Gloster,
Pinnion him like a Theefe, bring him before vs:
Though well we may not passe vpon his life
Without the forme of Iustice: yet our power
Shall do a curt'sie to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not comptroll.
Enter Gloucester, and Seruants.
Who's there? the Traitor?
Reg. Ingratefull Fox, 'tis he
Corn. Binde fast his corky armes
Glou. What meanes your Graces?
Good my Friends consider you are my Ghests:
Do me no foule play, Friends
Corn. Binde him I say
Reg. Hard, hard: O filthy Traitor
Glou. Vnmercifull Lady, as you are, I'me none
Corn. To this Chaire binde him,
Villaine, thou shalt finde
Glou. By the kinde Gods, 'tis most ignobly done
To plucke me by the Beard
Reg. So white, and such a Traitor?
Glou. Naughty Ladie,
These haires which thou dost rauish from my chin
Will quicken and accuse thee. I am your Host,
With Robbers hands, my hospitable fauours
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
Corn. Come Sir.
What Letters had you late from France?
Reg. Be simple answer'd, for we know the truth
Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Traitors,
late footed in the Kingdome?
Reg. To whose hands
You haue sent the Lunaticke King: Speake
Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly set downe
Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart,
And not from one oppos'd
Corn. Cunning
Reg. And false
Corn. Where hast thou sent the King?
Glou. To Douer
Reg. Wherefore to Douer?
Was't thou not charg'd at perill
Corn. Wherefore to Douer? Let him answer that
Glou. I am tyed to'th' Stake,
And I must stand the Course
Reg. Wherefore to Douer?
Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes
Plucke out his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Sister,
In his Annointed flesh, sticke boarish phangs.
The Sea, with such a storme as his bare head,
In Hell-blacke-night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp
And quench'd the Stelled fires:
Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine.
If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time,
Thou should'st haue said, good Porter turne the Key:
All Cruels else subscribe: but I shall see
The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children
Corn. See't shalt thou neuer. Fellowes hold y Chaire,
Vpon these eyes of thine, Ile set my foote
Glou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old,
Giue me some helpe. - O cruell! O you Gods
Reg. One side will mocke another: Th' other too
Corn. If you see vengeance
Seru. Hold your hand, my Lord:
I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe:
But better seruice haue I neuer done you,
Then now to bid you hold
Reg. How now, you dogge?
Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin,
I'ld shake it on this quarrell. What do you meane?
Corn. My Villaine?