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Enter Bastard, and Curan meetes him. Bajt. Saue thee Curan.

Curan. And you fir, I haue beene with your father, and giuen him notice, that the duke of Cornwall and his dutchesse will be here with him to night.

Baft. How comes that ?

Curan. Nay I know not, you haue heard of the newes abroad, I meane the whisperd ones, for there are yet but earebussing arguments.

Baft. Not, I pray you what are they?
Curan. You may then in time, fare you well sir. Exit.

Baft. 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 quesie question, which

Enter Edgar,

must alke breefenesse and fortune help; brother a word, discend brother I say, my father watches, O flie this place, intelligence is giuen where you are hid, you haue now the good aduantage of the night, haue you not spoken against the duke of Cornwall ought, hee's coming hether now in the night, ith haste, and Regan with him, haue you nothing faide vpon his party against the duke of Albaney, aduise your—

Edg. I am sure on't not a word.

Bastard. I heare my father comming, pardon me in crauing, I must draw my sword vpon you, seeme to defende yoyr felfe, now quit you well, yeeld, come before my father, light heere, heere, flie brother flie, torches, torches, so farwell; some bloud drawne on me would beget opinion of my more fierce endeuor, I haue feene drunkards do more then this in sport; father, father, stop, stop, no helpe?


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Enter Glocester.

Glost. Now Edmund, where's the villaine ?

Baft. Heere stood he in the darke, his sharpe sword out, warbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the moone to stand his auspicious mistris.

Glost. But where is he?
Baft. Looke sir, I bleed.
Glot. Where is the villaine, Edmund ?
Bast. Fled this way sir, when by no meanes he could-
Gloft. Pursue him, go after, by no meanes, what?

Baft. Perswade me to the murder of your lordship, but that I tolde him the reuengiue Gods, against paracides did all their thunders bend, spoke with how many fould and strong a bond the child was bound to the father ; fir, in a fine, feeing how lothly opposite I stood to his vnnaturall purpose, with fell motion with his prepared sword, he charges home my vnprouided body, launcht mine arme; but when he saw my best alarumd spirits bold in the quarrels right, rouzd to the 'encounter, or whether gasted by the noise I made, but fodainly he Acd.

Gloft. Let him flie 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 authority I will proclaime it, that he which findes him shall deserue our thankes, bringing the murderous caytiffe to the stake, he that conceales him, death.

Baft. When I diffwaded him from his intent, and found him pight to do it, with curst speech I threatned to discouer him ; he replied, Thou vnpossessing bastard, dost thou thinke, if I would stand against thee, could the reposure of any trust, vertue, or worth in thee make thy words faith'd ? no : what I should deny, as this I would, I, thogh thou didst produce my very character, ide turne it all to thy suggestion, plot, and


damned pretence, and thou must make a dullard of the world, if thcy not thought the profits of my death were pregnant and potentiall spurres to make thee seeke it.

Gloft. Strong and fastened villaine, would he deny his letter? I neuer got him : harke, the dukes trumpets, I know not why he comes; all ports ile barre, the villaine shall not scape, the duke must grant me that : besides, his picture I wil send far and neere, that all the kingdome may haue note of him, and of my land, (loyall and naturall boy) ile worke the meanes to make thee capable.

Enter the duke of Cornwall. Corn. How now my noble friend, since I came hether, which I can call but now, I haue heard strange newes.

Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short which can pursue the offender ; how dost my lord ?

Gloft. Madam, my old heart is crakt, is crakt.

Reg. What, did my fathers godson seeke your life? he whom my father named your Edgar?

Gloft. I lady, lady, shame would haue it hid.

Reg. Was he not companion with the ryotous knights that tends vpon my father ?

Glost. I know not madam, tis too bad, too bad.
Baft. Yes madam, he was.

Reg. No maruaile then though he were ill affected,
Tis they haue put him on the old mans death,
To haue these and waste of this his reuenues :
I have this present euening from my sister
Beene well inform'd of them, and with such cautions,
That if they come to foiourne at my house, ile not be there.

Duke. Nor I, assure thee Regan ; Edmund, I heard that you have shewne your father a child like office. Baft. Twas my duty fir. I 3


Gloft. He did betray his practise, and receiued
This hurt you fee, striuing to apprehend him.

Duke. Is he pursued ?
Glost. I my good lord.

Duke. If he be taken, he mall neuer more be feard 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, natures of such deep trust, we shall much need, you we first seize on.

Baft. I shall serue you truely, how euer else.
Gloft. For him I thanke your grace.
Duke. You know not why we came to visite you ?

Regan. Thus out of season, threatning dark eide night,
Occasions noble Glocester of some prize,
Wherein we must haue vse of your aduice,
Our father he hath writ, so hath our fifter,
Of defences, which I best thought it fit,
To answer from our hand, the seuerall messengers
From hence attend dispatch, our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosome, and bestow your needfull counsell
To our businesle, which craues the instant vse.

Exit. Glo. 'I ferue you madam, your graces are right welcome.

Enter Kent and Steward,
Steward. Good euen to thee friend, art of the house?
Kent. I.
Steward. Where may we set our horses ?
Kent. In the mire.
Stew. Prethee if thou loue me, tell me.
Kent. I loue thee not.
Stew. Why then I care not for thee.


Kent, If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me.

Stew. Why dost thou vse me thus? I know thee not.
Kent. Fellow I know thee.
Stew. What dost thou kuow me for ?

Kent. A knaue, a rascall, an eater of broken meates, a base, proud, shallow, beggerly, three Thewted hundred pound, filthy worsted-stocken knaue, a lilly liuer'd action taking knaue, a whoreson glasse-gazing superfinicall rogue, one trunke inheriting Naue, one that would'st be a baud in way of good seruice, and art nothing but the composition of a knaue, begger, coward, pander, and the sonne and heire of a mungrell bitch, whom I will beate into clamorous whining, if thou deny the least fillable of the addition.

Stew. What a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to raile on one that's neither knowne of thee, nor knowes thee.

Kent. What a brazen fac'st varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me, is it two daies agoe since I beate thee, and tript vp thy heeles before the king? draw you rogue, for though it be night the moone shines, ile make a fop of the mooneshine a' you, draw you whoreson cullyonly barber-muoger, draw.

Stew. Away, I haue nothing to do with thee.

Rent. Draw you rascall, you bring letters against the king, and take vanity the puppets part, against the royalty of her father, draw you rogue, or ile so carbonado your fhankes, draw you rascall, come your wayes.

Stew. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.

Kent. Strike you Naue, stand rogue, stand you neate Naue, strike.

Stew. Helpe, ho, murther, helpe.

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