Edm.
The Duke be here to night! the better! best!
This weaves itself perforce into my business;
My father hath set guard to take my brother,
And I have one thing of a queazy question
Which I must act: briefness, and fortune work!
Brother, a word; descend; Brother, I say;— To him, Enter Edgar.
My father watches; O Sir, fly this place,
Intelligence is giv'n where you are hid;

You've now the good advantage of the night—
Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither now i'th' night, i'th' haste,
And Regan with him; have you nothing said
Upon his Party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
Advise yourself.

Edg.
I'm sure on't, not a word.

Edm.
I hear my father coming. Pardon me—
In cunning, I must draw my sword upon you—
Draw, seem to defend yourself.
Now quit you well—
Yield—come before my father—light hoa, here!—
Fly, brother—Torches!—so farewel— [Ex. Edgar.
Some blood, drawn on me, would beget opinion [Wounds his arm.
Of my more fierce endeavour. I've seen drunkards
Do more than this in sport. Father! father!
Stop, stop, no help?—

Previous section

Next section