| ACT III SCENE VII | Gloucester's castle. | |
| | Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GONERIL, EDMUND, and Servants | |
| CORNWALL | Post speedily to my lord your husband; show him | |
| | this letter: the army of France is landed. Seek | |
| | out the villain Gloucester. | |
| | Exeunt some of the Servants | |
| REGAN | Hang him instantly. | 5 |
| GONERIL | Pluck out his eyes. | |
| CORNWALL | 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 | 10 |
| | 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 OSWALD | |
| | How now! where's the king? | 15 |
| OSWALD | 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 lords dependants, | |
| | Are gone with him towards Dover; where they boast | 20 |
| | To have well-armed friends. | |
| CORNWALL | Get horses for your mistress. | |
| GONERIL | Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. | |
| CORNWALL | Edmund, farewell. | |
| | Exeunt GONERIL, EDMUND, and OSWALD | |
| | Go seek the traitor Gloucester, | 25 |
| | 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 courtesy to our wrath, which men | |
| | May blame, but not control. Who's there? the traitor? | 30 |
| | Enter GLOUCESTER, brought in by two or three | |
| REGAN | Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. | |
| CORNWALL | Bind fast his corky arms. | |
| GLOUCESTER | What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider | |
| | You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. | |
| CORNWALL | Bind him, I say. | 35 |
| | Servants bind him | |
| REGAN | Hard, hard. O filthy traitor! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none. | |
| CORNWALL | To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find-- | |
| | REGAN plucks his beard | |
| GLOUCESTER | By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done | |
| | To pluck me by the beard. | 40 |
| REGAN | So white, and such a traitor! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Naughty lady, | |
| | These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, | |
| | Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host: | |
| | With robbers' hands my hospitable favours | 45 |
| | You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? | |
| CORNWALL | Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? | |
| REGAN | Be simple answerer, for we know the truth. | |
| CORNWALL | And what confederacy have you with the traitors | |
| | Late footed in the kingdom? | 50 |
| REGAN | To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak. | |
| GLOUCESTER | I have a letter guessingly set down, | |
| | Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, | |
| | And not from one opposed. | |
| CORNWALL | Cunning. | 55 |
| REGAN | And false. | |
| CORNWALL | Where hast thou sent the king? | |
| GLOUCESTER | To Dover. | |
| REGAN | Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril-- | |
| CORNWALL | Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that. | 60 |
| GLOUCESTER | I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. | |
| REGAN | Wherefore to Dover, sir? | |
| GLOUCESTER | Because I would not see thy cruel nails | |
| | Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister | |
| | In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. | 65 |
| | The sea, with such a storm as his bare head | |
| | In hell-black night endured, 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 stern time, | 70 |
| | Thou shouldst have said 'Good porter, turn the key,' | |
| | All cruels else subscribed: but I shall see | |
| | The winged vengeance overtake such children. | |
| CORNWALL | See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. | |
| | Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. | 75 |
| GLOUCESTER | He that will think to live till he be old, | |
| | Give me some help! O cruel! O you gods! | |
| REGAN | One side will mock another; the other too. | |
| CORNWALL | If you see vengeance,-- | |
| First Servant | Hold your hand, my lord: | 80 |
| | I have served you ever since I was a child; | |
| | But better service have I never done you | |
| | Than now to bid you hold. | |
| REGAN | How now, you dog! | |
| First Servant | If you did wear a beard upon your chin, | 85 |
| | I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? | |
| CORNWALL | My villain! | |
| | They draw and fight | |
| First Servant | Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger. | |
| REGAN | Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus! | |
| | Takes a sword, and runs at him behind | |
| First Servant | O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left | 90 |
| | To see some mischief on him. O! | |
| | Dies | |
| CORNWALL | Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly! | |
| | Where is thy lustre now? | |
| GLOUCESTER | All dark and comfortless. Where's my son Edmund? | |
| | Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, | 95 |
| | To quit this horrid act. | |
| REGAN | 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. | 100 |
| GLOUCESTER | O my follies! then Edgar was abused. | |
| | Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! | |
| REGAN | 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? | 105 |
| CORNWALL | I have received 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 CORNWALL, led by REGAN | |
| Second Servant | I'll never care what wickedness I do, | 110 |
| | If this man come to good. | |
| Third Servant | If she live long, | |
| | And in the end meet the old course of death, | |
| | Women will all turn monsters. | |
| Second Servant | Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam | 115 |
| | To lead him where he would: his roguish madness | |
| | Allows itself to any thing. | |
| Third Servant | Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs | |
| | To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him! | |
| | Exeunt severally | |