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                                                       Hail to your grace! 
I am glad to see your highness. 
                                                         quality--O Regan!
I pray you, sir, take patience: I have hope. 
You less know how to value her desert 
Than she to scant her duty. 
                                                         Say, how is that?
I cannot think my sister in the least 
Would fail her obligation: if, sir, perchance 
She have restrain'd the riots of your followers, 
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end, 
As clears her from all blame. 
                                                       My curses on her! 
O, sir, you are old. 
Nature in you stands on the very verge 
Of her confine: you should be ruled and led 
By some discretion, that discerns your state 
Better than you yourself. Therefore, I pray you, 
That to our sister you do make return; 
Say you have wrong'd her, sir. 
                                               raiment, bed, and food.' 
Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks: 
Return you to my sister. 
                                                           blast her pride! 
O the blest gods! so will you wish on me, 
When the rash mood is on. 
                                                           I thee endow'd. 
Good sir, to the purpose. 
                                                   What trumpet's that? 
I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter, 
That she would soon be here. 
Is your lady come? 
                                                             You! did you? 
I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. 
If, till the expiration of your month, 
You will return and sojourn with my sister, 
Dismissing half your train, come then to me: 
I am now from home, and out of that provision 
Which shall be needful for your entertainment. 
                                                   my hundred knights. 
Not altogether so: 
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided 
For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister; 
For those that mingle reason with your passion 
Must be content to think you old, and so-- 
But she knows what she does. 
                                                    Is this well spoken? 
I dare avouch it, sir: what, fifty followers? 
Is it not well? What should you need of more? 
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one house,
Should many people, under two commands, 
Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible. 
                                                servants or from mine? 
Why not, my lord? If then they chanced to slack you,
We could control them. If you will come to me,-- 
For now I spy a danger,--I entreat you 
To bring but five and twenty: to no more 
Will I give place or notice. 
                                                            I gave you all-- 
And in good time you gave it. 
                                                   Regan? said you so? 
And speak't again, my lord; no more with me. 
                                                               to tend you? 
What need one?

                                                   the villain Gloucester.
Hang him instantly.
                                                                  the traitor?
Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
                                                           Bind him, I say.
Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
                                                pluck me by the beard.
So white, and such a traitor!
                                                        late from France?
Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.
                                                 footed in the kingdom?
To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king? Speak.
And false.
                                                                    To Dover.
Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril--
                                                         stand the course.
Wherefore to Dover, sir?
                                                                O you gods!
One side will mock another; the other too.
                                                               bid you hold.
How now, you dog!
                                                    the chance of anger.
Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!
                                                       quit this horrid act.
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.
                                                          and prosper him!
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover.
How is't, my lord? how look you?

But are my brother's powers set forth?
                                                                Ay, madam.
Himself in person there?
                                                        the better soldier.
Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?
                                                                No, madam.
What might import my sister's letter to him?
                                                          I know not, lady.
'Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,
To let him live: where he arrives he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life: moreover, to descry
The strength o' the enemy.
                                                              with my letter.
Our troops set forth to-morrow: stay with us;
The ways are dangerous.
                                                          in this business.
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something--I know not what: I'll love thee much,
Let me unseal the letter.
                                                   Madam, I had rather--
I know your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that: and at her late being here
She gave strange oeillades and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.
                                                                  I, madam?
I speak in understanding; you are; I know't:
Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd;
And more convenient is he for my hand
Than for your lady's: you may gather more.
If you do find him, pray you, give him this;
And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
I pray, desire her call her wisdom to her.
So, fare you well.
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
                                                                  I do follow.
Fare thee well.

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