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Glo. O strange and fastned Villaine, |
Would he deny his Letter, said he? |
Harke, the Dukes Trumpets, I know not wher he comes; |
All Ports Ile barre, the villaine shall not scape, |
The Duke must grant me that: besides, his picture |
I will send farre and neere, that all the kingdome |
May haue due note of him, and of my land, |
(Loyall and naturall Boy) Ile worke the meanes |
To make thee capable. |
Enter Cornewall, Regan, and Attendants. |
Corn. How now my Noble friend, since I came hither |
(Which I can call but now,) I haue heard strangenesse |
Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short |
Which can pursue th' offender; how dost my Lord? |
Glo. O Madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd |
Reg. What, did my Fathers Godsonne seeke your life? |
He whom my Father nam'd, your Edgar? |
Glo. O Lady, Lady, shame would haue it hid |
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous Knights |
That tended vpon my Father? |
Glo. I know not Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad |
Bast. Yes Madam, he was of that consort |
Reg. No maruaile then, though he were ill affected, |
'Tis they haue put him on the old mans death, |
To haue th' expence and wast of his Reuenues: |
I haue this present euening from my Sister |
Beene well inform'd of them, and with such cautions, |
That if they come to soiourne at my house, |
Ile not be there |
Cor. Nor I, assure thee Regan; |
Edmund, I heare that you haue shewne your Father |
A Child-like Office |
Bast. It was my duty Sir |
Glo. He did bewray his practise, and receiu'd |
This hurt you see, striuing to apprehend him |
Cor. Is he pursued? |
Glo. I my good Lord |
Cor. If he be taken, he shall neuer more |
Be fear'd of doing harme, make your owne purpose, |
How in my strength you please: for you Edmund, |
Whose vertue and obedience doth this instant |
So much commend it selfe, you shall be ours, |
Nature's of such deepe trust, we shall much need: |
You we first seize on |
Bast. I shall serue you Sir truely, how euer else |
Glo. For him I thanke your Grace |
Cor. You know not why we came to visit you? |
Reg. Thus out of season, thredding darke ey'd night, |
Occasions Noble Gloster of some prize, |
Wherein we must haue vse of your aduise. |
Our Father he hath writ, so hath our Sister, |
Of differences, which I best thought it fit |
To answere from our home: the seuerall Messengers |
From hence attend dispatch, our good old Friend, |
Lay comforts to your bosome, and bestow |
Your needfull counsaile to our businesses, |
Which craues the instant vse |
Glo. I serue you Madam, |
Your Graces are right welcome. |
Exeunt. Flourish. |
Scena Secunda. |
Enter Kent, and Steward seuerally. |
Stew. Good dawning to thee Friend, art of this house? |
Kent. I |
Stew. Where may we set our horses? |
Kent. I'th' myre |
Stew. Prythee, if thou lou'st me, tell me |
Kent. I loue thee not |
Ste. Why then I care not for thee |
Kent. If I had thee in Lipsbury Pinfold, I would make |