And the best quarrels, in the heat, are curs'd
By those that feel their sharpness :-

The question of Cordelia, and her father,

Requires a fitter place.

Alb.

Sir, by your patience,

I hold you but a subject of this war,

Not as a brother.

Reg.

That's as we list to grace him.

Methinks, our pleasure might have been demanded,

Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers;
Bore the commission of my place and person;

The which immediacy may well stand up,

And call itself your brother.

Gon.

Not so hot:

In his own grace he doth exalt himself,

More than in your advancement.

Reg.

In my rights,

By me invested, he compeers the best.
Gon. That were the most, if he should husband you.

Reg. Jesters do oft prove prophets.
Gon.

Holla, holla!

That eye, that told you so, look'd but a-squint.

Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I would answer

From a full-flowing stomach.-General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine:
Witness the world, that I create thee here

My lord and master.

Gon.

Mean you to enjoy him?

Alb. The let-alone lies not in your good will.
Edm. Nor in thine, lord.

Alb.

Half-blooded fellow, yes.

Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
[TO EDMUND.

• Requires a fitter place.] i. e. The determination of the question what shall be done with Cordelia and her father, should be reserved for greater privacy.

-STEEVENS.

Pimmediacy-] i. e. Close and immediate connexion with me, and direct authority from me.- MALONE.

- the walls are thine:] i. e. I surrender myself up, a metaphorical phrase, taken from the camp. ----WARBURTON.

The let-alone lies not in your good will.] Whether he shall not or shall, depends not on your choice. JOHNSON.

Alb. Stay yet; hear reason:--Edmund, I arrest thee

On capital treason; and, in thy arrest,

This gilded serpent: [pointing to GON.]-for your claim,

fair sister,

I bar it in the interest of my wife;

'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord,

And I, her husband, contradict your bans,

If you will marry, make your love to me,

My lady is bespoke.

Gon.

An interlude!

Alb. Thou art arm'd, Gloster:-Let the trumpet sound:

If none appear to prove upon thy person,

Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,

There is my pledge; [throwing down a Glove.] I'll prove

it on thy heart,

Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less

Than I have here proclaim'd thee.

Reg.

Gon. If not, I'll ne'er trust poison.

Sick, O, sick!

[Aside.

Edm. There's my exchange: [throwing down a Glove.]

what in the world he is

That names me traitor, villain-like he lies:

Call by thy trumpet: he that dares approach,

On him, on you, (who not?) I will maintain

My truth and honour firmly.

Alb. A herald, ho!

Edm.

A herald, ho, a herald !

Alb. Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers,

All levied in thy name, have in my name

Took their discharge.

Reg.

This sickness grows upon me,

Enter a Herald.

Alb. She is not well; convey her to my tent.

[Exit REGAN, led.

Come hither, herald, Let the trumpet sound,

And read out this.

Off. Sound, trumpet.

[A Trumpet sounds.

Herald reads.

If any man of quality, or degree, within the lists of the army, will maintain upon Edmund, supposed earl of Gloster, that he is a manifold traitor, let him appear at the third sound of the trumpet: He is bold in his defence.

Enter EDGAR, armed, preceded by a Trumpet.

Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears

Upon this call o'the trumpet.

Her.

What are you?

Your name, your quality? and why you answer

This present summons?

Edg.

Know, my name is lost;

By treason's tooth bare-gnawn, and canker-bit:

Yet am I noble, as the adversary

I come to cope withal.
Alb.

Which is that adversary?

Edg. What's he, that speaks for Edmund earl of

Gloster?

Edm. Himself; - What say'st thou to him?
Edg.

Draw thy sword;

That, if my speech offend a noble heart,
Thy arm may do thee justice: here is mine.
Behold, it is the privilege of my honours,
My oath, and my profession;" I protest,-
Maugre* thy strength, youth, place, and eminence,
Despite thy victor sword, and fire-new fortune,
Thy valour, and thy heart, -thou art a traitor :
False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father;
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince;
there is mine.] i. e. His sword.

And, from the extremest upward of thy head,
To the descent and dust beneath thy feet,
A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou, No,
This sword, this arm, and my best spirits, are bent
To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak,

Thou liest.

Edm.

In wisdom, I should ask thy name;
But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn:
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head:
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
Which, (for they yet glance by, and scarcely bruise,)
This sword of mine shall give them instant way,
Where they shall rest for ever.--Trumpets, speak,

[Alarums. They fight.

Alb. O save him, save him!
Gon.

EDMUND falls.

This is mere practice, Gloster:

By the law of arms, thou wast not bound to answer

An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd,

But cozen'd and beguil'd.

Alb.

Shut your mouth, dame,

Or with this paper shall I stop it:---Hold, sir:

Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil :--

No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it.

[Gives the Letter to EDMUND

Gon. Say, if I do: the laws are mine, not thine:

Who shall arraign me for't?
Alb.

Know'st thou this paper?
Gon.

Most monstrous!

Ask me not what I know.

[Erit GONERIL.

Alb. Go after her: she's desperate; govern her,

[To an Officer, who goes out.

1-say-] i. e. Taste or relish. -NARES.

What safe and nicely, &c.] That delay which by the law of knighthood I might make, I scorn to make. Nicely is punctiliously; if I stood on minute forms. -MALONE.

• Where they shall rest for ever.] To that place, where they shall rest for ever; i. e. thy heart. MALONE.

Edm. What you have charg'd me with, that have I done;

And more, much more: the time will bring it out; 'Tis past, and so am I: But what art thou,

That hath this fortune on me? If thou art noble,

I do forgive thee.

Edg.

Let's exchange charity.

I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices

Make instruments to scourge us :

The dark and vicious place where thee he got,

Cost him his eyes.

Edm.

Thou hast spoken right, 'tis true;

The wheel is come full circle; I am here.

Alb. Methought, thy very gait did prophecy

A royal nobleness :-I must embrace thee;

Let sorrow split my heart, if ever I

Did hate thee, or thy father!

Edg.

I know it well.
Alb.

Worthy prince,

Where have you hid yourself?
How have you known the miseries of your father?
Edg. By nursing them, my lord. - List a brief tale;
And, when 'tis told, O, that my heart would burst !-
The bloody proclamation to escape,

That follow'd me so near, (O our lives' sweetness!
That with the pain of death we'd hourly die,
Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift
Into a mad-man's rags; to assume a semblance
That very dogs disdain'd: and in this habit
Met I my father with his bleeding rings,
Their precious stones new lost; became his guide,
Led him, begg'd for him, sav'd him from despair;
Never (O fault!) reveal'd myself unto him,
Until some half hour past, when I was arm'd,
Not sure, though hoping, of this good success,
I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last