Act III, Scene 7
- Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Bastard Edmund, and
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- To Goneril.
- Post speedily to my lord your husband, show him this letter.
- The army of France is landed.—Seek out the traitor
- Exeunt some of the Servants.
- Hang him instantly.
- Pluck out his eyes.
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- Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our sister
- company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your
- traitorous father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the
- Duke, where you are going, to a most festinate preparation;
- we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift and
- intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister, farewell, my
- Lord of Gloucester.
- Enter Steward Oswald.
- How now? Where’s the King?
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- My Lord of Gloucester hath convey’d him hence.
- Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
- Hot questrists after him, met him at gate,
- Who, with some other of the lord’s dependents,
- Are gone with him toward Dover, where they boast
- To have well-armed friends.
- Get horses for your mistress.
- Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
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- Edmund, farewell.
- Exeunt Goneril, Edmund, and Oswald.
- Go seek the traitor Gloucester,
- Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.
- Exeunt other Servants.
- Though well we may not pass upon his life
- Without the form of justice, yet our power
- Shall do a court’sy to our wrath, which men
- May blame, but not control.
- Enter Gloucester, brought in by two or three Servants.
- Who’s there? The traitor?
- Ingrateful fox, ’tis he.
- Bind fast his corky arms.
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- What means your Graces? Good my friends, consider
- You are my guests. Do me no foul play, friends.
- Bind him, I say.
- Servants bind him.
- Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
- Unmerciful lady as you are, I’m none.
- To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find—
- Regan plucks his beard.
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- By the kind gods, ’tis most ignobly done
- To pluck me by the beard.
- So white, and such a traitor?
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- Naughty lady,
- These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin
- Will quicken and accuse thee. I am your host,
- With robber’s hands my hospitable favors
- You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?
- Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?
- Be simple-answer’d, for we know the truth.
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- And what confederacy have you with the traitors
- Late footed in the kingdom?
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- To whose hands you have sent the lunatic King—
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- I have a letter guessingly set down,
- Which came from one that’s of a neutral heart,
- And not from one oppos’d.
- And false.
- Where hast thou sent the King?
- To Dover.
- Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charg’d at peril—
- Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that.
- I am tied to th’ stake, and I must stand the course.
- Wherefore to Dover?
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- Because I would not see thy cruel nails
- Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister
- In his anointed flesh rash boarish fangs.
- The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
- In hell-black night endur’d, would have buoy’d up
- And quench’d the stelled fires;
- Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.
- If wolves had at thy gate howl’d that dearn time,
- Thou shouldst have said, “Good porter, turn the key.”
- All cruels else subscribe; but I shall see
- The winged vengeance overtake such children.
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- See’t shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair,
- Upon these eyes of thine I’ll set my foot.
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- He that will think to live till he be old,
- Give me some help! O cruel! O you gods!
- One side will mock another; th’ other too.
- If you see vengeance—
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- Hold your hand, my lord!
- I have serv’d you ever since I was a child;
- But better service have I never done you
- Than now to bid you hold.
- How now, you dog?
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- If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
- I’ld shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?
- My villain!
- Draw and fight.
- Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.
- Cornwall is wounded.
- Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus?
- She takes a sword and runs at him behind; kills him.
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- O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left
- To see some mischief on him. O!
- He dies.
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- Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vild jelly!
- Where is thy lustre now?
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- All dark and comfortless! Where’s my son Edmund?
- Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
- To quit this horrid act.
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- Out, treacherous villain!
- Thou call’st on him that hates thee. It was he
- That made the overture of thy treasons to us,
- Who is too good to pity thee.
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- O my follies! Then Edgar was abus’d.
- Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
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- Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
- His way to Dover.
- Exit one with Gloucester.
- How is’t, my lord? How look you?
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- I have receiv’d a hurt; follow me, lady.—
- Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave
- Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace,
- Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
- Exit, led by Regan.
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- I’ll never care what wickedness I do,
- If this man come to good.
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- If she live long,
- And in the end meet the old course of death,
- Women will all turn monsters.
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- Let’s follow the old Earl, and get the Bedlam
- To lead him where he would; his roguish madness
- Allows itself to any thing.
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- Go thou. I’ll fetch some flax and whites of eggs
- To apply to his bleeding face. Now heaven help him!
- Exeunt severally.