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Bast. How comes that? |
Cur. Nay I know not, you haue heard of the newes abroad, |
I meane the whisper'd ones, for they are yet but |
ear-kissing arguments |
Bast. Not I: pray you what are they? |
Cur. Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward, |
'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall, and Albany? |
Bast. Not a word |
Cur. You may do then in time, |
Fare you well Sir. |
Enter. |
Bast. The Duke be here to night? The better best, |
This weaues it selfe perforce into my businesse, |
My Father hath set guard to take my Brother, |
And I haue one thing of a queazie question |
Which I must act, Briefenesse, and Fortune worke. |
Enter Edgar. |
Brother, a word, discend; Brother I say, |
My Father watches: O Sir, fly this place, |
Intelligence is giuen where you are hid; |
You haue now the good aduantage of the night, |
Haue you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornewall? |
Hee's comming hither, now i'th' night, i'th' haste, |
And Regan with him, haue you nothing said |
Vpon his partie 'gainst the Duke of Albany? |
Aduise your selfe |
Edg. I am sure on't, not a word |
Bast. I heare my Father comming, pardon me: |
In cunning, I must draw my Sword vpon you: |
Draw, seeme to defend your selfe, |
Now quit you well. |
Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here, |
Fly Brother, Torches, Torches, so farewell. |
Exit Edgar. |
Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinion |
Of my more fierce endeauour. I haue seene drunkards |
Do more then this in sport; Father, Father, |
Stop, stop, no helpe? |
Enter Gloster, and Seruants with Torches. |
Glo. Now Edmund, where's the villaine? |
Bast. Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out, |
Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone |
To stand auspicious Mistris |
Glo. But where is he? |
Bast. Looke Sir, I bleed |
Glo. Where is the villaine, Edmund? |
Bast. Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could |
Glo. Pursue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what? |
Bast. Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship, |
But that I told him the reuenging Gods, |
'Gainst Paricides did all the thunder bend, |
Spoke with how manifold, and strong a Bond |
The Child was bound to'th' Father; Sir in fine, |
Seeing how lothly opposite I stood |
To his vnnaturall purpose, in fell motion |
With his prepared Sword, he charges home |
My vnprouided body, latch'd mine arme; |
And when he saw my best alarum'd spirits |
Bold in the quarrels right, rouz'd to th' encounter, |
Or whether gasted by the noyse I made, |
Full sodainely he fled |
Glost. Let him fly farre: |
Not in this Land shall he remaine vncaught |
And found; dispatch, the Noble Duke my Master, |
My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night, |
By his authoritie I will proclaime it, |
That he which finds him shall deserue our thankes, |
Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake: |
He that conceales him death |
Bast. When I disswaded him from his intent, |
And found him pight to doe it, with curst speech |
I threaten'd to discouer him; he replied, |
Thou vnpossessing Bastard, dost thou thinke, |
If I would stand against thee, would the reposall |
Of any trust, vertue, or worth in thee |
Make thy words faith'd? No, what should I denie, |
(As this I would, though thou didst produce |
My very Character) I'ld turne it all |
To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practise: |
And thou must make a dullard of the world, |
If they not thought the profits of my death |
Were very pregnant and potentiall spirits |
To make thee seeke it. |
Tucket within. |