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He childed, as I father'd!--Tom, away;
When falfe opinion, P whose wrong thoughts defile thee,
What will, hap more to night; safe 'scape the king!
Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Edmund, and Servants.
Corn. Poft fpeedily to my lord your husband, fhew him this letter. The army of France is landed. Seek out the traitor Glofter.
Reg. Hang him inftantly.
Gon. Pluck out his eyes.
Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our fifter company; the 9 revenges we are bound to take upon your traiterous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are going, to a most r festinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our pofts shall be fwift and intelligent betwixt us. Farewel, dear fifter.
Farewel, my lord of Glofter.
So the qu's; T. alters this to whose wrong thought defiles thee, I fuppofe
to make it rhyme exactly with reconciles thee: followed by W. and J.
4 The qu's read revenge.
The qu's read feftuant; the 1st f, festivate.
The qu's read intelligence.
How now? where's the king?
Stew. My lord of Glofter hath convey'd him hence, Some five or fix and thirty of his knights,
Hot queftrifts after him, met him at gate,
Who with fome other of the lord's dependants,
Are gone with him toward Dover, where they boast
Corn. Get horfes for your mistrefs.
Gon. Farewel, fweet lord, and fifter.
[Exeunt Gon. and
Corn. Edmund, farewel. Go feek the traitor Glofter,
[To the fervants,
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us;
Enter Glofter prifoner, and fervants.
Who's there? the traitor?
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind faft his corky arms.
Clo. What mean your graces? Good my friends, confider,
You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
The qu's read queftrits; P. and H. quefters.
The qu's read towards.
The qu's omit well.
Corn. Bind him, I fay.
Reg. Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
[They bind him.
Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are! x I'm none.
Corn. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou fhalt find
[Regan plucks his beard.
Glo. By the kind Gods 'tis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the beard.
Reg. So white, and fuch a traitor?
Glo. Naughty lady,
These hairs which thou doft ravish from my chin
Will quicken and accufe thee; I am your host;
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
Corn. Come, fir, what letters had you late from France?
Reg. To whofe hands
Have you fent the lunatick king? fpeak.
Glo. I have a letter gueffingly fet down,
The qu's read I'm true.
By the kind Gods is not here meant a general title given to all the gods, but this is intended as a particular appeal to those which were distinguished by the name of the Dii hofpitales.
z H. W. and J. read favour. W. has the following note.
Favours.] It is nonsense to understand it of gifts, kindnesses, &c. We should read favour, i. e. vifuge. For they pluck'd him by the beard. W. Who understood it of kindnesses, &c.? Yet favours may stand for the filver hairs, the honours of old age, the ornament of that visage.
a The qu's, P. and T. read simple-anfwerer.
The ad q. reads lately..
The 1ft q. the fo's, and R. read you have, &c.
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos'd.
Reg. And falfe.
Corn. Where haft thou fent the king?
Gle. To Dover.
Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Waft thou not charg'd, at peril
Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him firft answer that. Gla. I am ty'd to th' ftake, and I muft ftand the course. Reg. Wherefore to Dover,
Glo. Because I would not fee thy cruel nails.
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce fifter
Yet poor old heart he 'holpt the heav'ns to m rain.
h The 1ft q. reads on his lowd head; the 2d of bis lou'd bead.
i For buoy'd the 1ft q. reads bod; the 2d laid; W. beil'd.
* So H. the ad q. 1ft f. R. and P. read leeled; the reft fielled. So the qu's; the fo's and R. helpe; the rest help'd.
All cruels elfe P fubfcribe; but I fhall fee
The winged vengeance overtake fuch children.
Corn. See't thou fhalt never. Fellows, hold the chair, Upon a thofe eyes of thine I'll fet my foot.
[Glo'fter is held down while Cornwall treads out one
of his eyes.
Glo. He that will think to live 'till he be old, Give me fome help.-O cruel! Or ye Gods! Reg. One fide will mock another; t'other too. Corn. If you fee vengeance
Serv. Hold your hand, my lord.
I have ferv'd s you ever fince I was a child,
Than now to bid you hold.
Reg. How now, you dog?
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, [To Corn.
I'd shake it on this quarrel.
What do you mean?
Serv. "Why then come on, and take the chance of anger. w [Fight, in the fcuffie Cornwall is wounded. Reg. [to another fervant.] Give me thy fword. A peafant ftand up thus?
* [She takes a fword and runs at him behind.
So the qu's; the rest nay for why.
w This direction first put in by R.
So the qu's; J. comes behind and kills him; the reft only kills him.