Reg. Now, traitor, thou shalt find Corn. Speak, rebel, where hast thou sent the king? Whom, spite of our decree, thou saved'st last night. Glost. I'm tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. Reg. Say where, and why, thou hast concealed him? Glost. Because I would not see thy cruel hands Tear out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister Carve his anointed flesh; but I shall see The swift-wing'd vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See't thou shalt never; slaves, perform your [The SERVANTS take GLOSTER out. Out with those treacherous eyes; dispatch, I say. Glost. [Within.] He, that will think to live till he be work; old, Give me some help.. -O, cruel! oh, ye gods! Edw. Hold, hold, my lord, I bar your cruelty; I cannot love your safety, and give way To such inhuman practice. Corn. Ah, my villain! Edw. I have been your servant from my infancy; But better service have I never done you, Than with this boldness. Corn. Take thy death, slave. [Stabs EDWARD. warm! [Draws his Sword, runs CORNWALL through the Body, and is carried off, dying. Reg. Help here, -are you not hurt, my lord? Glost. [Within.] Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, To quit this horrid act. Reg. Out, treacherous villain, Thou call'st on him that hates thee; it was he That broach'd thy treason, show'd us thy dispatches; There-read, and save the Cambrian prince the la[Throws the Letters out to him. bour. Glost. [Within.] O my folly! Then Edgar was abused; kind gods, forgive me that! Reg. How is't, my lord? Corn. Turn out that eyeless villain, let him smell His way to Cambray; throw this slave upon a dung hill. Regan, I bleed apace; give me your arm. [Exeunt REGAN and CORNWALL, supported by his SERVANTS. SCENE II. The open Country. Enter EDGAR, in disguise. Edg. The lowest and most abject thing of fortune Stands still in hope, and is secure from fear. The lamentable change is from the best, The worst returns to better.- -Who comes here? Enter GLOSTER, led by an OLD MAN. My father poorly led! deprived of sight! Old M. O, my good lord! I have been your tenant, Old M. You cannot see your way. Glost. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw: O, dear son, Edgar, The food of thy abused father's wrath, Might I but live to see thee in my touch, Edg. Alas! he's sensible that I was wrong'd, Would break betwixt the extremes of grief and joy. Edg. A charity for poor Tom.-Play fair, and defy the foul fiend. O gods! And must I still pursue this trade, Glost. In the late storm I such a fellow saw, Old M. Here, my lord. Glost. Get thee now away: if for my sake Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or two, I' th' way to Dover, do't for ancient love, Old M. Alack, my lord, he's mad. Glost. 'Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead the blind. Do as I bid thee. Old M. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have, Come on't what will. [Exit. OLD MAN. Glost. Sirrah! naked fellow! Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.-I cannot fool it longer, Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover? Edg. Ay, master. Glost. There is a cliff, whose high and bending Looks dreadfully down on the roaring deep; And I'll repair the poverty thou bear'st With something rich about me.-From that place Edg. Give me thy arm; poor Tom shall guide thee. Enter KENT and CORDELIA. Cord. Ah me! Your fear's too true, it was the king; I spoke but even now with some that met him, As mad as the vex'd sea, singing aloud, Crown'd with rank fumiter, and furrow weeds, In our sustaining corn: Conduct me to him, Kent. I will, good lady. Ha! Gloster here!-Turn, poor dark man, and hear A friend's condolement, who, at sight of thine, Forgets his own distress; thy old true Kent. Glost. How! Kent? From whence return'd? Kent. I have not since my banishment been absent, But in disguise follow'd th' abandon'd king: 'Twas me thou saw'st with him in the late storm. Glost. Let me embrace thee; had I eyes, I now Should weep for joy; but let this trickling blood Suffice instead of tears. Cord. O, misery! To whom shall I complain, or in what language? That brought thee to this pass; 'twas I that caused it; I cast me at thy feet, and beg of thee To crush these weeping eyes to equal darkness, Edg. Was ever season so distrest as this? [Aside. Glost. I think Cordelia's voice; rise, pious princess, And take a dark man's blessing. Cord. O, my Edgar! My virtue's now grown guilty, works the bane That you should hate me too. Edg. O, wave this cutting speech, and spare to wound A heart that's on the rack. Glost. No longer cloud thee, Kent, in that disguise; There's business for thee, and of noblest weight; Our injured country is at length in arms, Urged by the king's inhuman wrongs and mine, And only want a chief to lead them on; That task be thine. Edg. Brave Britons! then there's life in't yet. [Aside. Farewell, good Gloster; to our conduct trust. [Exeunt. SCENE III. GONERIL'S Palace. Enter GONERIL and Oswald. Gon. It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out, To let him live; where he arrives, he moves |