Bastard.
Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold,
Or whether since he is advis'd by ought
To change the course? he's full of Alteration,
And self-reproving brings his constant pleasure.

Reg.
Our sister's man is certainly miscarry'd.

Bast.
'Tis to be doubted, Madam.

Reg.
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?

Bastard.
In honour'd love.

Reg.
But have you never found my brother's way
To the fore-fended place?

Bast.
No by mine honour.

Reg.
I never shall endure her; dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her.

Bast.
Fear not; she and the Duke her husband— Enter Albany, Gonerill, and Soldiers.

Alb.
Our very loving sister, well be met:
Sir, this I heard, the King is come to his daughter
With others, whom the rigour of our state
Forc'd to cry out. † ^noteWhere I could not be honest
I never yet was valiant: for this business,

It toucheth us, as France invades our land,
Not † ^noteholds the King, with others, whom I fear
Most just and heavy causes make oppose.

Reg.
Why is this reason'd?

Gon.
Combine together 'gainst the enemy:
For these domestick and particular broils
Are not the question here.

Alb.
Let's then determine with th' Ancient of war
On our proceeding.

Reg.
Sister, you'll go with us?

Gon.
No.

Reg.
'Tis most convenient, pray go with us.

Gon.
Oh ho, I know the riddle, I will go. Exeunt.

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