Edm.
To both these sisters have I sworn my love;
Each jealous of the other, as the stung
Are of the adder;—neither can be held,
If both remain alive.—Where shall I fix?
Cornwall is dead, and Regan's empty bed
Seems cast by fortune for me—But already
I have enjoy'd her; and bright Goneril,
With equal charms, brings dear variety,
And yet untasted beauty; I will use
Her husband's count'nance for the battle, then
Usurp at once his bed and throne. [Enter Officers.
My trusty scouts, you're well return'd. Have ye descried

The strength and posture of the enemy?

Off.
We have, and were surpriz'd to find
The banish'd Kent return'd, and at their head;
That with
Th' approaching dawn we must expect a battle.

Edm.
You bring a welcome hearing. Each to his charge;
Line well your ranks, and stand on your award.
To-night repose you; and i'th' morn we'll give
The sun a sight that shall be worth his rising. [Exeunt.

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