Reg.
But are my brother's powers set forth?

Stew.
Ay Madam.

Reg.
Himself in person there?

Stew.
With much adoe.

Your sister is the better soldier.

Reg.
Lord Edmund spake not with your lady 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 ign'rance, Glo'ster'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 this business.

Reg.
Why should she write to Edmund? might not you
Transport her purposes by word?
Something—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'm sure of that; and at her late being here
She gave strange † ^noteœiliads, and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you're of her bosom.

Stew.
I, Madam?

Reg.
I speak in understanding: you are; 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 farewel.
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 lady I do follow.

Reg.
Fare thee well. [Exeunt.

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