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My reason all the same; and they are ready
question of Cordelia, and her father,
Sir, by your patience,
That's as we list to grace him.
Not so hot:
In my rights,
Holla, holla! That eye, that told you so, look'd but a-squint.
Reg. Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
Mean you to enjoy him?
Half-blooded fellow, yes. Reg. Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
[To Edmund. Alb. Stay yet; hear reason :- -Edmund, I arrest thee On capital treason; and, in thy arrest,
This gilded serpent: [Pointing to Gon.)—for your claiın,
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 banns. If you will marry, make your love to me, My lady is bespoke. Gon.
prove it on thy heart,
Sick, 0, sick!
what in the world he is
Alb. A herald, ho!
A herald, ho, a herald!
This sickness grows upon ine.
Enter a Herald.
[Exit Regan, led.
[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. Edm. Sound.
[1 Trumpet. Her. Again.
[2 Trumpet. Her. Again.
[Trumpet answers within.
What are you?
Know, my name is Jost;
Which is that adversary?
Draw thy sword; That,
if my speech offend a noble heart,
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,
[Alarums. They fight." Edmund falls. Alb. O save him, save him! Gon.
This is mere practice, Gloster :
Shut your mouth, dame,
[Gives the Letter to Edmund.
Ask me not what I know.
[Exit Goneril. Alb. Go after her : she's desperate; govern ber.
[To an Officer, who goes out. Edm. What you have charg'd me with that have I done; And more, much more :
the time will bring it out;
Let's exchange charity.
Edm. Thou hast spoken right, ’tis true;
Alb. Methought, thy very gait did prophesy
you hid yourself?
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, (0 our lives' sweetness ! That with the pain of death we'd hourly die, Rather than die at once!) taught me to shift Into a madman'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 (Ó fault!) reveal'd myself unto him, Until somne 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 Told him my pilgrimage: But his flaw'd heart, (Alack, too weak the conflict to support!). "Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief, Barst smilingly. Edm.
This speech of yours hath mov'd me,
Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in;
This would have seem'd a period