My reafon all the fame, and they are ready
To morrow, or at further space, t'appear
Where you fhall hold your Seffion.
Alb. Sir, by your Patience.

I hold you but a Subject of this War,
Not as a Brother.

Reg. That's as we lift to grace him.

Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded
E'er you had spoke fo far. He led our Powers,
Bore the Commiffion of my Place and Perfon,
The which immediacy may well ftand up,
And call it felf your Brother.

Gon. Not fo hot:

In his own grace he doth exalt himself,
More than in your Addition.

Reg. In my Rights,

By me invefted, he compeers the best.

Alb. That were the moft, if he fhould Husband
Reg. Jefters do oft prove Prephets.

Gon. Holla, holla,

That Eye that told you fo, look'd but a-fquint.
Reg. Lady I am not well, elfe I fhould answer
From a full flowing Stomach. General,
Take thou my Soldiers, Prifoners, Patrimony,
Difpofe of them, of me, the Walls are thine:
Witness the World, that I create thee here,
My Lord, and Master.

Gon. Mean you to enjoy him?

Alb. The lett alone lyes not in your good Will.
Baft. Nor in thine, Lord.

Alb. Half-blooded Fellow, yes.

you.

Reg. Let the Drum ftrike, and prove my Title thine. Alb. Stay yet, hear reafon: Edmund, I arreft thee On capital Treafon; and in thy arreft,

This gilded Serpent: For your claim, fair Sifter,
I bar it in the intereft of my Wife,

'Tis fhe is fub-contracted to this Lord,
And I her Husband contradi&t your Banes.
If you will marry, make your loves to me,
My Lady is bespoke.

Gen.

Gon. An Enterlude.

Alb. Thou art armed, Glofter, let the Trumpet found: If none appear to prove upon thy Person,

Thy heinous, manifeft, and many Treafons,
There is my Pledge: I'll make it on thy Heart
E'er I tafte Bread, thou art in nothing less
Than I have here proclaim'd thee.

Reg. Sick, O fick

Gon. If not, I'll ne'er truft Medicine.

[Afide.

Baft. There's my exchange, what in the World he is That names me Traitor, Villain-like he lies;

Call by the Trumpet, he that dares approach;

On him, on you, who not, I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.

Enter a Herald.

Alb. A Herald, ho.

Truft to thy fingle Virtues, for thy Soldiers,
All levied in my Name, have in my Name
Took their discharge.

Reg. My Sicknefs grows upon me.

Alb. She is not well, convey her to my Tent. [Exit Reg. Come hither, Herald, let the Trumpet found,

And read out this.

Herald reads.

[A Trumpet founds.

F any Man of quality or degree degree within the Lifts of the Army, will maintain upon Edmund fuppofed Earl of Glofter, that he is a manifold Traitor, let him appear by the third found of the Trumpet: He is bold in his defence. I Trumpet.

Her. Again.

Her. Again.

2 Trumpet.

Enter Edgar armed.

Alb. Ask him his purposes, why he appears

Upon this Call o'th' Trumpet.

Her. What are you?

Your Name, your Quality, and why you anfwer.

This prefent Summons?

Edg. Know, my Name is loft

By Treafons Tooth: Bare-gnawn, and Canker-bit,

Yet

Yet am I noble as the Adversary

I come to cope.

Alb. Which is that Adverfary?

Edg. What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gløfter? Baft. Himself, what fay'ft thou to him?

Edg. Draw thy Sword,

That if my Speech offend a noble Heart,
Thy arm may do thee Juftice, here is mine:
Behold it is my Privilege,

The Privilege of mine Honours,

My Oath, and my Profeffion. I proteft,
Maugre thy ftrength, place, youth, and eminence,
Despight thy Victor-Sword, and fire-new Fortune,
Thy Valour, and thy Heart, thou art a Traitor :
Falle to thy Gods, thy Brother, and thy Father,
Confpirant 'gainft this high illuftrious Prince,
And from th' extreameft upward of thy Head,
To the defcent and duft below thy foot,
A moft Toad-fpotted Traitor. Say thou no,
This Sword, this Arm, and my beft Spirits are bent
To prove upon thy Heart, whereto I speak,
Thou lyeft.

Baft. In wifdom I fhould ask thy name,

But fince thy Out-fide looks fo fair and warlike,
And that thy Tongue, fome say, of breeding breaths,
What fafe, and nicely I might well delay,
By rule of Knight-hood, I difdain and spurn:
Back do I tofs thefe Treafons to thy Head,
With the Hell-hated Lie, o'erwhelm thy Heart,
Which for they yet glance by, and fcarcely bruife,
This Sword of mine fhall give them inftant way,
Where they shall reft for ever. Trumpets peak.
Alb. Save him, fave him,

Gon. This is practice, Glofter,

[Alarum. Fight.

By th' Law of War, thou waft not bound to answer
An unknown Oppofite; thou art not vanquish'd,
But cozen'd, and beguil'd.

Alb. Shut your Mouth, Dame,

Or with this Paper fhall I ftop it; hold, Sir,
Thou worse than any Name, read thine own evil:
No tearing Lady, I perceive you know it.

Gon.

Gon. Say if I do, the Laws are mine, not thine,

Who can arraign me for't?

[Exit.

Alb. Moft monftrous! O, know'st thou this Paper?
Baft. Ask me not what I know.

Alb. Go after her, the's defperate, govern her.

Baft. What you have charg'd me with, that have I done, And more, much more; the time will bring it out. 'Tis paft, and fo am I: But what art thou

That haft this Fortune on me? If thou'rt Noble,
I do forgive thee.

Edg. Let's exchange Charity:

I am no lefs in Blood than thou art, Edmund;
If more, the more thou'st wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar, and thy Father's Son,
The Gods are juft, and of our pleasant Vices
Make Inftruments to plague us:

The dark and vitious Place, where thee he got,

Coft him his Eyes.

Baft. Thou't spoken right, 'tis true,

The Wheel is come full Circle, I am here,
Alb. Methought thy very Gate did prophefie
A Royal Noblenefs; I muft embrace thee,
Let Sorrow split my Heart, if ever I
Did hate thee, or thy Father.

Edg. Worthy Prince, I know't.

Alb. Where have you hid your felf?

How have you known the miferies of your Father?
Edg. By nurfing them, my Lord. Lift a brief tale,
And when'tis told, O that my Heart would burst.
The bloody Proclamation to escape

That follow'd me fo near, (O our lives fweetness!
That we the pain of Dath would hourly die,
Rather than die at once,) taught me to shift
Into a Mad-man's rags, t'affume a femblance
That very Dogs difdain'd: And in this habit
Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings,
Their precious Stones new loft; became his Guide,
Led him, beg'd for him, fav'd him from defpair,
Never, (O fault,) reveal'd my felf unto him,
Until fome half hour paft, when I was arm'd,.

Not

Not fure, though hoping of this good Succefs,
I ask'd his Bleffing, and from firft to laft
Told him our Pilgrimage. But his flaw'd Heart,
Alack, too weak the conflict to fupport,

'Twixt two extreams of Paffion, Joy and Grief,
Burft fmilingly.

Baft. This Speech of yours hath mov'd me,
And fhall perchance do good, but speak you on,
You look as you had fomething more to fay.
Alb. If there be more, more woful, hold it in,
For I am almoft ready to diffolve.

Hearing of this.

Enter a Gentleman.

Gent. Help, Help! O help!

Edg. What kind of help?

Alb. Speak Man.

Edg. What means this Bloody Knife?

Gent. 'Tis hot, it fmoaks, it came even from the Heart OfOfhe's dead.

Abl. Who's dead? Speak Man.

Gent. Your Lady, Sir, your Lady; and her Sifter

By her is poifon'd; the confeffes it.

Baft. I was contracted to them both, all three

Now marry in an inftant.

Edg. Here comes Kent.

Enter Kent.

Alb. Produce the Bodies, be they live or dead.

[Gonerill and Regan's Bodies brought out.

This Judgment of the Heav'ns, that makes us tremble,
Touches us not with pity. O! is this the?
The time will not allow the complement

Which very manners urge.

Kent. I am come

To bid my King and Mafter aye good Night,

Is he not here?

Alb. Great thing of us forgot,

Speak Edmund, where's the King? and where's Cordelia? Seeft thou this Object, Kent?

Kent. Alack, why thus?

Baft. Yet Edmund was belov'd:

The