Glo.

Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing; when I desired their leave that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own House, charg'd me on pain of perpetual Displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, or any way sustain him.

Bast.

Most savage and unnatural.

Glo.

Go too; say you nothing. There is division between the Dukes, and a worse matter than that: I have received a Letter this Night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken, I have lock'd the Letter in my Closet, these Injuries the King

now bears, will be revenged home; there is part of a Power already footed, we must incline to the King, I will look him, and privily relieve him; go you and maintain talk with the Duke, that my Charity be not of him perceived; if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to Bed, if I die for it, as no less is threatned me, the King my old Master must he relieved. There is strange things toward, Edmund, pray you be careful.

Bast.
This Courtesie forbid thee, shall the Duke
Instantly know, and of that Letter too;
This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
That which my Father loses; no less than all,
The younger rises, when the old doth fall. [Exit.

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