Who's there? the traitor?

Reg.
Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.

Corn.
Bind fast his corky arms.

Glo.
What mean your graces?
Good my friends, consider you are my guests:
Do me no foul play, friends.

Corn.
Bind him, I say. [They bind him.

Reg.
Hard, hard: O filthy traitor!

Glo.
Unmerciful lady as you are! I'm none.

Corn.
To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find—

Glo.
By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the beard.

Reg.
So white, and such a traitor?

Glo.
Naughty lady,
These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin
Will quicken and accuse thee. I'm your host;
With robber's hands, my hospitable favours
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?

Corn.
Come, Sir, what letters had you late from France?

Reg.
Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.

Corn.
And what confed'racy have you with the traitors
Late footed in the kingdom?

Reg.
To whose hands
Have you sent the lunatick King? speak.

Glo.
I have a letter guessingly set down,
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart,
And not from one oppos'd.

Corn.
Cunning—

Reg.
And false.

Corn.
Where hast thou sent the King?

Glo.
To Dover.

Reg.
Wherefore to Dover?
Wast thou not charg'd, at peril—

Corn.
Wherefore to Dover? let him answer that.

Glo.
I am ty'd to th' stake, and I must stand the course.

Reg.
Wherefore to Dover?

Glo.
Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish phangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night indur'd, would have buoy'd up

And quench'd the steeled fires:
Yet poor old heart, he help'd the heav'ns to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou should'st have said, good porter turn the key;
All cruels else subscribe; but I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.

Corn.
See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.
Upon these eyes of thine, I'll set my foot. [Glo'ster is held down while Cornwall treads out one of his eyes.

Glo.
He that will think to live 'till he be old,
Give me some help.—O cruel! O you gods!

Reg.
One side will mock another; th' other too.

Corn.
If you see vengeance—

Ser.
Hold your hand, my lord:
I've serv'd you ever since I was a child;
But better service have I never done you,
Than now to bid you hold.

Reg.
How now, you dog?

Serv.
If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?

Corn.
My villain!

Serv.
Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger. [Fight, in the scuffle Cornwall is wounded.

Reg.
Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus? [Kills him.

Ser.
Oh, I am slain—my lord, you have one eye left
To see some mischief on him. Oh— [Dies.

Corn.
Lest it see more, prevent it; out vile gelly:
Where is thy lustre now? [Treads out the other eye.

Glo.
All dark and comfortless—where's my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
To quit this horrid act.

Reg.
Out, treacherous villain.

Thou call'st on him that hates thee: It was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us:
Who is too good to pity thee.

Glo.
O my follies!
Then Edgar was abus'd. Kind gods, forgive
Me that, and prosper him.

Reg.
Go thrust him out
At gates, and let him smell his way to Dover. [Ex with Glo'ster.
How is't my lord? how look you?

Corn.
I have receiv'd a hurt; follow me, lady.—
Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave
Upon the dunghil.—Regan, I bleed apace.
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. [Exeunt.

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