ACT III SCENE VII | Gloucester's castle. | |
[Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants] |
CORNWALL | Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him |
| this letter: the army of France is landed. Seek |
| out the villain Gloucester. |
[Exeunt some of the Servants] |
REGAN | Hang him instantly. |
GONERIL | Pluck out his eyes. | 5 |
CORNWALL | Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our |
| sister company: the revenges we are bound to take |
| upon your traitorous father are not fit for your |
| beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to |
| a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the | 10 |
| like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent |
| betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister: farewell, my |
| lord of Gloucester. |
[Enter OSWALD] |
| How now! where's the king? |
OSWALD | My lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence: | 15 |
| Some five or six and thirty of his knights, |
| Hot questrists after him, met him at gate; |
| Who, with some other of the lords dependants, |
| Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast |
| To have well-armed friends. | 20 |
CORNWALL | Get horses for your mistress. |
GONERIL | Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. |
CORNWALL | Edmund, farewell. |
[Exeunt GONERIL, EDMUND, and OSWALD] |
| Go seek the traitor Gloucester, |
| Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. | 25 |
[Exeunt other Servants] |
| Though well we may not pass upon his life |
| Without the form of justice, yet our power |
| Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men |
| May blame, but not control. Who's there? the traitor? |
[Enter GLOUCESTER, brought in by two or three] |
REGAN | Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. | 30 |
CORNWALL | Bind fast his corky arms. |
GLOUCESTER | What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider |
| You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. |
CORNWALL | Bind him, I say. |
[Servants bind him] |
REGAN | Hard, hard. O filthy traitor! | 35 |
GLOUCESTER | Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none. |
CORNWALL | To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find-- |
[REGAN plucks his beard] |
GLOUCESTER | By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done |
| To pluck me by the beard. |
REGAN | So white, and such a traitor! | 40 |
GLOUCESTER | Naughty lady, |
| These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, |
| Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host: |
| With robbers' hands my hospitable favours |
| You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? | 45 |
CORNWALL | Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? |
REGAN | Be simple answerer, for we know the truth. |
CORNWALL | And what confederacy have you with the traitors |
| Late footed in the kingdom? |
REGAN | To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak. | 50 |
GLOUCESTER | I have a letter guessingly set down, |
| Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, |
| And not from one opposed. |
CORNWALL | Cunning. |
REGAN | And false. | 55 |
CORNWALL | Where hast thou sent the king? |
GLOUCESTER | To Dover. |
REGAN | Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril-- |
CORNWALL | Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that. |
GLOUCESTER | I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. | 60 |
REGAN | Wherefore to Dover, sir? |
GLOUCESTER | Because I would not see thy cruel nails |
| Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister |
| In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. |
| The sea, with such a storm as his bare head | 65 |
| In hell-black night endured, would have buoy'd up, |
| And quench'd the stelled fires: |
| Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain. |
| If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time, |
| Thou shouldst have said 'Good porter, turn the key,' | 70 |
| All cruels else subscribed: but I shall see |
| The winged vengeance overtake such children. |
CORNWALL | See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. |
| Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. |
GLOUCESTER | He that will think to live till he be old, | 75 |
| Give me some help! O cruel! O you gods! |
REGAN | One side will mock another; the other too. |
CORNWALL | If you see vengeance,-- |
First Servant | Hold your hand, my lord: |
| I have served you ever since I was a child; | 80 |
| But better service have I never done you |
| Than now to bid you hold. |
REGAN | How now, you dog! |
First Servant | If you did wear a beard upon your chin, |
| I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? | 85 |
CORNWALL | My villain! |
[They draw and fight] |
First Servant | Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger. |
REGAN | Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus! |
[Takes a sword, and runs at him behind] |
First Servant | O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left |
| To see some mischief on him. O! | 90 |
[Dies] |
CORNWALL | Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly! |
| Where is thy lustre now? |
GLOUCESTER | All dark and comfortless. Where's my son Edmund? |
| Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, |
| To quit this horrid act. | 95 |
REGAN | Out, treacherous villain! |
| Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he |
| That made the overture of thy treasons to us; |
| Who is too good to pity thee. |
GLOUCESTER | O my follies! then Edgar was abused. | 100 |
| Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! |
REGAN | Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell |
| His way to Dover. |
[Exit one with GLOUCESTER] |
| How is't, my lord? how look you? |
CORNWALL | I have received a hurt: follow me, lady. | 105 |
| Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave |
| Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace: |
| Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm. |
[Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN] |
Second Servant | I'll never care what wickedness I do, |
| If this man come to good. | 110 |
Third Servant | If she live long, |
| And in the end meet the old course of death, |
| Women will all turn monsters. |
Second Servant | Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam |
| To lead him where he would: his roguish madness | 115 |
| Allows itself to any thing. |
Third Servant | Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs |
| To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him! |
[Exeunt severally] |