ACT I SCENE II | The Earl of Gloucester's castle. | |
| Enter EDMUND, solus. | |
EDMUND | Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law | |
| My services are bound. Wherefore should I | |
| Stand in the plague of custom, and permit | |
| The curiosity of nations to deprive me, | 5 |
| For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines | |
| Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? | |
| When my dimensions are as well compact, | |
| My mind as generous, and my shape as true, | |
| As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us | 10 |
| With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base? | |
| Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take | |
| More composition and fierce quality | |
| Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, | |
| Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops, | 15 |
| Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well, then, | |
| Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land: | |
| Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund | |
| As to the legitimate: fine word,--legitimate! | |
| Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed, | 20 |
| And my invention thrive, Edmund the base | |
| Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper: | |
| Now, gods, stand up for bastards! | |
| Enter GLOUCESTER. [Edmund ostentatiously reading a letter.] | |
GLOUCESTER | Kent banish'd thus, and France in choler parted! | |
| And the king gone to-night! subscribed his power! | 25 |
| Confined to exhibition! All this done | |
| Upon the gad! Edmund, how now! what news? | |
EDMUND | So please your lordship, none. | |
| Putting up the letter | |
GLOUCESTER | Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter? | |
EDMUND | I know no news, my lord. | 30 |
GLOUCESTER | What paper were you reading? | |
EDMUND | Nothing, my lord. | |
GLOUCESTER | No? What needed, then, that terrible dispatch of | |
| it into your pocket? the quality of nothing hath | |
| not such need to hide itself. Let's see: come, | 35 |
| if it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles. | |
EDMUND | I beseech you, sir, pardon me: it is a letter | |
| from my brother, that I have not all o'er-read; | |
| and for so much as I have perused, I find it not | |
| fit for your o'er-looking. | 40 |
GLOUCESTER | Give me the letter, sir. | |
EDMUND | I shall offend, either to detain or give it. The | |
| contents, as in part I understand them, are to blame. | |
GLOUCESTER | Let's see, let's see. | |
EDMUND | I hope, for my brother's justification, he wrote | 45 |
| this but as an essay or taste of my virtue. | |
GLOUCESTER | GLOUCESTER Reads the letter. | |
| "This policy and reverence of age makes the world bitter to the best of our times; keeps | |
| our fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish | |
| them. I begin to find an idle and fond bondage | |
| in the oppression of aged tyranny; who sways, not | 50 |
| as it hath power, but as it is suffered. Come to | |
| me, that of this I may speak more. If our father | |
| would sleep till I waked him, you should half his | |
| revenue for ever, and live the beloved of your | |
| brother, EDGAR." | 55 |
| Hum--conspiracy!--'Sleep till I waked him,--you | |
| should enjoy half his revenue,'--My son Edgar! | |
| Had he a hand to write this? a heart and brain | |
| to breed it in?--When came this to you? who | |
| brought it? | 60 |
EDMUND | It was not brought me, my lord; there's the | |
| cunning of it; I found it thrown in at the | |
| casement of my closet. | |
GLOUCESTER | You know the character to be your brother's? | |
EDMUND | If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear | 65 |
| it were his; but, in respect of that, I would | |
| fain think it were not. | |
GLOUCESTER | It is his. | |
EDMUND | It is his hand, my lord; but I hope his heart is | |
| not in the contents. | 70 |
GLOUCESTER | Hath he never heretofore sounded you in this business? | |
EDMUND | Never, my lord: but I have heard him oft | |
| maintain it to be fit, that, sons at perfect age, | |
| and fathers declining, the father should be as | |
| ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue. | 75 |
GLOUCESTER | O villain, villain! His very opinion in the | |
| letter! Abhorred villain! Unnatural, detested, | |
| brutish villain! worse than brutish! Go, sirrah, | |
| seek him; I'll apprehend him: abominable villain! | |
| Where is he? | 80 |
EDMUND | I do not well know, my lord. If it shall please | |
| you to suspend your indignation against my | |
| brother till you can derive from him better | |
| testimony of his intent, you shall run a certain | |
| course; where, if you violently proceed against | 85 |
| him, mistaking his purpose, it would make a great | |
| gap in your own honour, and shake in pieces the | |
| heart of his obedience. I dare pawn down my life | |
| for him, that he hath wrote this to feel my | |
| affection to your honour, and to no further | 90 |
| pretence of danger. | |
GLOUCESTER | Think you so? | |
EDMUND | If your honour judge it meet, I will place you | |
| where you shall hear us confer of this, and by an | |
| auricular assurance have your satisfaction; and | 95 |
| that without any further delay than this very evening. | |
GLOUCESTER | He cannot be such a monster-- | |
EDMUND | Nor is not, sure. | |
GLOUCESTER | To his father, that so tenderly and entirely | |
| loves him. Heaven and earth! Edmund, seek him | 100 |
| out: wind me into him, I pray you: frame the | |
| business after your own wisdom. I would unstate | |
| myself, to be in a due resolution. | |
EDMUND | I will seek him, sir, presently: convey the | |
| business as I shall find means and acquaint you withal. | 105 |
GLOUCESTER | These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend | |
| no good to us: though the wisdom of nature can | |
| reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself | |
| scourged by the sequent effects: love cools, | |
| friendship falls off, brothers divide: in | 110 |
| cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in | |
| palaces, treason; and the bond cracked 'twixt son | |
| and father. This villain of mine comes under the | |
| prediction; there's son against father: the king | |
| falls from bias of nature; there's father against | 115 |
| child. We have seen the best of our time: | |
| machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all | |
| ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our | |
| graves. Find out this villain, Edmund; it shall | |
| lose thee nothing; do it carefully. And the | 120 |
| noble and true-hearted Kent banished! his | |
| offence, honesty! 'Tis strange. | |
| Exit | |
EDMUND | This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, | |
| when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit | |
| of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our | 125 |
| disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as | |
| if we were villains by necessity; fools by | |
| heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and | |
| treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, | |
| liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of | 130 |
| planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, | |
| by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion | |
| of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish | |
| disposition to the charge of a star! My | |
| father compounded with my mother under the | 135 |
| dragon's tail; and my nativity was under Ursa | |
| major; so that it follows, I am rough and | |
| lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am, | |
| had the maidenliest star in the firmament | |
| twinkled on my bastardizing. Edgar-- | 140 |
| Enter EDGAR. | |
| And pat he comes like the catastrophe of the old | |
| comedy: my cue is villanous melancholy, with a | |
| sigh like Tom o' Bedlam. O, these eclipses do | |
| portend these divisions! fa, sol, la, mi. | |
EDGAR | How now, brother Edmund! what serious | 145 |
| contemplation are you in? | |
EDMUND | I am thinking, brother, of a prediction I read | |
| this other day, what should follow these eclipses. | |
EDGAR | Do you busy yourself about that? | |
EDMUND | I promise you, the effects he writes of succeed | 150 |
| unhappily; as of unnaturalness between the child | |
| and the parent; death, dearth, dissolutions of | |
| ancient amities; divisions in state, menaces and | |
| maledictions against king and nobles; needless | |
| diffidences, banishment of friends, dissipation | 155 |
| of cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what. | |
EDGAR | How long have you been a sectary astronomical? | |
EDMUND | Come, come; when saw you my father last? | |
EDGAR | Why, the night gone by. | |
EDMUND | Spake you with him? | 160 |
EDGAR | Ay, two hours together. | |
EDMUND | Parted you in good terms? Found you no | |
| displeasure in him by word or countenance? | |
EDGAR | None at all. | |
EDMUND | Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended | 165 |
| him: and at my entreaty forbear his presence | |
| till some little time hath qualified the heat of | |
| his displeasure; which at this instant so rageth | |
| in him, that with the mischief of your person it | |
| would scarcely allay. | 170 |
EDGAR | Some villain hath done me wrong. | |
EDMUND | That's my fear. I pray you, have a continent | |
| forbearance till the spied of his rage goes | |
| slower; and, as I say, retire with me to my | |
| lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to | 175 |
| hear my lord speak: pray ye, go; there's my key: | |
| if you do stir abroad, go armed. | |
EDGAR | Armed, brother! | |
EDMUND | Brother, I advise you to the best; go armed: I | |
| am no honest man if there be any good meaning | 180 |
| towards you: I have told you what I have seen | |
| and heard; but faintly, nothing like the image | |
| and horror of it: pray you, away. | |
EDGAR | Shall I hear from you anon? | |
EDMUND | I do serve you in this business. | 185 |
| Exit EDGAR. | |
| A credulous father! and a brother noble, | |
| Whose nature is so far from doing harms, | |
| That he suspects none: on whose foolish honesty | |
| My practises ride easy! I see the business. | |
| Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit: | 190 |
| All with me's meet that I can fashion fit. | |
| Exit | |