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Gon. That were the most, if he should husband
you. Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets. Gon.
Holla, holla! That eye, that told you so, look'd but a-squint.
Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
Mean you to enjoy him?
Half-blooded fellow, yes. Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
[T. EDMUND. Alb. Stay yet; hear reason :-Edmund, I arrest
thee On capital treason; and, in thy arrest, This gilded serpent: [Pointing to Gon.]—for your
clair, fair sister, I bar it in the interest of my wife; "Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord, And I, her husband, contradict your bans. If you will marry, make your love to me, My lady is bespoke. Gon.
An interlude! Alb. Thou art arın'd, Gloster:Let the trumpet
sound: If none appear to prove upon thy person, Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons, There is my pledge; [Throwing down a Glove.]
I'll prove it on thy heart,
ab The let-alone lies not in your good will.] Whether he shall not or shall, depends not on your choice.
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less
Sick, O, sick! Gon. If not, I'll ne'er trust poison. [ Aside. Edm. There's my exchange: [Throwing down a
Glove.] what in the world he is
Alb. A herald, ho!
A herald, ho, a herald!
This sickness grows upon me.
Enter a Herald.
[Exit Regan, led.
[A Trumpet sounds.
Herald reads. If any man of quality, or degree, within the lists of the army, will maintain upon Edmund, supposed earl of Gloster, that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear at the third sound of the trumpet: He is bold in his defence. Edm. Sound.
[1 Trumpet. Her. Again.
[2 Trumpet. Her. Again.
(3 Trumpet. [Trumpet answers within.
thy single virtue;] i. e. valour; a Roman sense of the
What are you
Enter Edgar, armed, preceded by a Trumpet.
Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears
Know, my name is lost;
Which is that adversary?
Draw thy sword;
Edm, In wisdom, I should ask thy name;.
Behold, it is the privilege of mine honours,
My oath, and my profession:] The privilege of this oath means the privilege gained by taking the oath administered in the regular initiation of a knight professed.
But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
[Alarums. They fight. Edmund falls. Alb. O save him, save him! Gon.
This is mere practice, Gloster: By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish’d, But cozen'd and beguild.
Shut your mouth, dame, Or with this paper shall I stop it:-Hold, sir:Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:No tearing, lady; I perceive, you know it.
[Gives the Letter to EDMUND. Gon. Say, if I do; the laws are mine, not thine: Who shall arraign me for't? All.
Most monstrous ! Know'st thou this
Ask me not what I know.
[Exit Goneril. Alb. Go after her : she's desperate ; govern her.
[To an Officer, who goes out. Edm. What you have charg’d me with, that have
I done; And more, much more: the time will bring it out ; 'Tis past, and so am I: But what art thou, That hast this fortune on me? If thou art noble, I do forgive thee.
? 'say of breeding breathes,] Say is sample, a taste.
6 Where they shall rest for ever.] To that place, where they shall rest for ever ; i. e. thy heart.
Let's exchange charity.
Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true; The wheel is come full circle; I am here.
Alb. Methought, thy very gait did prophecy
Where have you hid yourself?
father? Edg. By nursing them, my lord.-List a brief
tale;And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst!The bloody proclamation to escape, That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness ! That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Rather than die at once !) taught me to shift Into a mad-man's rags; to assume a semblance That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit Met I my father with his bleeding rings, Their precious stones new lost ; became his guide, Led him, begg’d for him, sav'd him from despair; Never (O fault !) reveald myself unto him, Until some half hour past, when I was arm’d, Not sure, though hoping, of this good success, I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last Told him my pilgrimage: But luis flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!) 'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief,