Edmund. (C.)
Know of the duke, if his last purpose hold;
Or whether since he is advis'd by aught
To change the course. He's full of alteration,
And self-reproving:—bring his constant pleasure. To an Officer, who goes out, R.

Regan. (L.)
Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.

Edmund.
'Tis to be doubted, madam.

Regan.
Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you:
Tell me, but truly, but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my sister?

Edmund.
In honour'd love.

Regan.
I never shall endure her. Dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her.

Edmund.
Fear me not.—
She, and the duke her husband,— Enter Albany, Goneril, and Soldiers, R.

Goneril.
I had rather lose the battle, than that sister
Should loosen him and me. (aside)

Albany.
Our very loving sister, well be-met.—
Sir, this I hear,—the king is come to his daughter,
With others, whom the rigour of our state
Forc'd to cry out. Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant: for this business,
It toucheth us, as France invades our land,

Goneril. (R.)
Combine together 'gainst the enemy;
For these domestic and particular broils
Are not the question here.

Albany. (C.)
Let us, then, determine
With the ancient of war on our proceedings.

Edmund.
I shall attend you presently at your tent.

Regan.
Sister, you'll go with us?

Goneril.
No.

Regan.
'Tis most convenient; pray you, go with us.

Goneril.
O, ho! I know the riddle. (aside) I will go. (as they advance towards R.) Enter Edgar, disguised, R.

Edgar.
If e'er your grace had speech with man so poor,
Hear me one word.

Albany.
I'll overtake you.— (Edgar retires up R.; Edmund, Regan, Goneril, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants, cross and exeunt, R.)

Albany.
Speak.

Edgar.
Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.

If you have victory, let the trumpet sound
For him that brought it: wretched though I seem,
I can produce a champion, that will prove
What is avouched there. If you miscarry,
Your business of the world hath so an end,
And machination ceases. Fortune love you!

Albany.
Stay, till I have read the letter.

Edgar.
I was forbid it.
When time shall serve, let but the herald cry,
And I'll appear again. Exit, R.

Albany.
Why, fare thee well: I will o'erlook thy paper. Re-enter Edmund, R.

Edmund.
The enemy's in view; draw up your powers.
Here is the guess of their true strength and forces
By diligent discovery; but your haste
Is now urg'd on you.

Albany.
We will greet the time. Exit, R.

Edmund.
To both these sisters have I sworn my love;
Each jealous of the other, as the stung
Are of the adder. Which of them shall I take?
Both? one? or neither? Neither can be enjoy'd,
If both remain alive: to take the widow,
Exasperates, makes mad, her sister Goneril;
And hardly shall I carry out my side,
Her husband being alive. Now, then, we'll use
His countenance for the battle! which being done,
Let her who would be rid of him devise
His speedy taking off. As for the mercy
Which he intends to Lear, and to Cordelia,
The battle done, and they within our power,
Shall never see his pardon; for my state
Stand on me to defend, not to debate. Exit, R.

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