Lear. Come Boy
Fool. She that"s a Maid now, & laughs at my departure, Shall not be a Maid long, vnlesse things be cut shorter.
Exeunt.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and Curan, seuerally.
Bast. Saue thee Curan
Cur. And you Sir, I haue bin With your Father, and giuen him notice That the Duke of Cornwall, and Regan his d.u.c.h.esse Will be here with him this night
Bast. How comes that?
Cur. Nay I know not, you haue heard of the newes abroad, I meane the whisper"d ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments
Bast. Not I: pray you what are they?
Cur. Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward, "Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall, and Albany?
Bast. Not a word
Cur. You may do then in time, Fare you well Sir.
Enter.
Bast. 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 queazie question Which I must act, Briefenesse, and Fortune worke.
Enter Edgar.
Brother, a word, discend; Brother I say, My Father watches: O Sir, fly this place, Intelligence is giuen where you are hid; You haue now the good aduantage of the night, Haue you not spoken "gainst the Duke of Cornewall?
Hee"s comming hither, now i"th" night, i"th" haste, And Regan with him, haue you nothing said Vpon his partie "gainst the Duke of Albany?
Aduise your selfe
Edg. I am sure on"t, not a word
Bast. I heare my Father comming, pardon me: In cunning, I must draw my Sword vpon you: Draw, seeme to defend your selfe, Now quit you well.
Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here, Fly Brother, Torches, Torches, so farewell.
Exit Edgar.
Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinion Of my more fierce endeauour. I haue seene drunkards Do more then this in sport; Father, Father, Stop, stop, no helpe?
Enter Gloster, and Seruants with Torches.
Glo. Now Edmund, where"s the villaine?
Bast. Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out, Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone To stand auspicious Mistris
Glo. But where is he?
Bast. Looke Sir, I bleed
Glo. Where is the villaine, Edmund?
Bast. Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could
Glo. Pursue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what?
Bast. Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship, But that I told him the reuenging G.o.ds, "Gainst Paricides did all the thunder bend, Spoke with how manifold, and strong a Bond The Child was bound to"th" Father; Sir in fine, Seeing how lothly opposite I stood To his vnnaturall purpose, in fell motion With his prepared Sword, he charges home My vnprouided body, latch"d mine arme; And when he saw my best alarum"d spirits Bold in the quarrels right, rouz"d to th" encounter, Or whether gasted by the noyse I made, Full sodainely he fled
Glost. Let him fly farre: Not in this Land shall he remaine vncaught And found; dispatch, the n.o.ble Duke my Master, My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night, By his authoritie I will proclaime it, That he which finds him shall deserue our thankes, Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake: He that conceales him death
Bast. When I disswaded him from his intent, And found him pight to doe it, with curst speech I threaten"d to discouer him; he replied, Thou vnpossessing b.a.s.t.a.r.d, dost thou thinke, If I would stand against thee, would the reposall Of any trust, vertue, or worth in thee Make thy words faith"d? No, what should I denie, (As this I would, though thou didst produce My very Character) I"ld turne it all To thy suggestion, plot, and d.a.m.ned practise: And thou must make a dullard of the world, If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potentiall spirits To make thee seeke it.
Tucket within.
Glo. O strange and fastned Villaine, Would he deny his Letter, said he?
Harke, the Dukes Trumpets, I know not wher he comes; All Ports Ile barre, the villaine shall not scape, The Duke must grant me that: besides, his picture I will send farre and neere, that all the kingdome May haue due note of him, and of my land, (Loyall and naturall Boy) Ile worke the meanes To make thee capable.
Enter Cornewall, Regan, and Attendants.
Corn. How now my n.o.ble friend, since I came hither (Which I can call but now,) I haue heard strangenesse
Reg. If it be true, all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th" offender; how dost my Lord?
Glo. O Madam, my old heart is crack"d, it"s crack"d
Reg. What, did my Fathers G.o.dsonne seeke your life?
He whom my Father nam"d, your Edgar?
Glo. O Lady, Lady, shame would haue it hid
Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous Knights That tended vpon my Father?
Glo. I know not Madam, "tis too bad, too bad
Bast. Yes Madam, he was of that consort
Reg. No maruaile then, though he were ill affected, "Tis they haue put him on the old mans death, To haue th" expence and wast of his Reuenues: I haue this present euening from my Sister Beene well inform"d of them, and with such cautions, That if they come to soiourne at my house, Ile not be there
Cor. Nor I, a.s.sure thee Regan; Edmund, I heare that you haue shewne your Father A Child-like Office
Bast. It was my duty Sir
Glo. He did bewray his practise, and receiu"d This hurt you see, striuing to apprehend him
Cor. Is he pursued?
Glo. I my good Lord
Cor. If he be taken, he shall neuer more Be fear"d 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, Nature"s of such deepe trust, we shall much need: You we first seize on
Bast. I shall serue you Sir truely, how euer else
Glo. For him I thanke your Grace
Cor. You know not why we came to visit you?
Reg. Thus out of season, thredding darke ey"d night, Occasions n.o.ble Gloster of some prize, Wherein we must haue vse of your aduise.
Our Father he hath writ, so hath our Sister, Of differences, which I best thought it fit To answere from our home: the seuerall Messengers From hence attend dispatch, our good old Friend, Lay comforts to your bosome, and bestow Your needfull counsaile to our businesses, Which craues the instant vse
Glo. I serue you Madam, Your Graces are right welcome.