Reg.
But are my Brother's Powers set forth?

Stew.
Ay Madam.

Reg.
Himself in Person there?

Stew.
Madam, with much adoe
Your Sister is the better Soldier.

Reg.
Lord Edmund spake not with your Lord at home?

Stew.
No, Madam.

Reg.
What might import my Sister's Letter to him?

Stew.
I know not, Lady.

Reg.
Faith he is posted hence on serious Matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloster'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'th' Enemy.

Stew.
I must needs after him, Madam, with my Letter.

Reg.
Our Troops set forth to morrow, stay with us:
The ways are dangerous.

Stew.
I may not, Madam;
My Lady charg'd my duty in his business.

Reg.
Why should she write to Edmund?
Might not you transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Some things, I know not what—I'll love thee much—
Let me unseal the Letter.

Stew.
Madam, I had rather—

Reg.
I know your Lady do's not love her Husband,
I am sure of that: and at her late being here,
She gave strange œiliads, and most speaking looks
To Noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.

Stew.
I, Madam?

Reg.
I speak in understanding: You're; 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.

Stew.
Would I could meet him, Madam, I should shew
What party I do follow.

Reg.
Fare thee well. [Exeunt.

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