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Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER. Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.s Glo. What mean your graces Good my
friends, consider You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. Corn. Bind him, I say.
Servants bind him Reg.
Hard, hard :-O filthy traitor! Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Corn. To this chair bind him :-Villain, thou
shalt find [REGAN plucks his Beard. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
do? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from
France ? Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the
traitors Late footed in the kingdom? Reg. To whose hands have you sent the lunatick
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, And not from one oppos'd.
corky arms.) Dry, withered, husky arms. • Will quicken,] i. e. quicken into life.
my hospitable favours-] Favours means the same as features, i.e. the different parts of which a face is composed.
Wherefore To Dover? Wast thou not charg’d at thy perilCorn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer
that. Glo. I am tied to the 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 fangs. The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old heart, He holp the heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howld that stern time, Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key; All cruels else subscrib'd:2-But I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Corn. See it shalt thou never:-Fellows, hold the
chair : Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
[Gloster is held down in his Chair, while
CORNWALL plucks out one of his Eyes, and
sets his Foot on it. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help:- cruel! O ye gods!
Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. Corn. If you see vengeance,
Hold your hand, my lord: I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
the course.] The running of the dogs upon me. subscribd: Yielded, submitted to the necessity of the
But better service have I never done you,
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! [Draws, and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance
[Draws. They fight. CORNWALL is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword.—[To another Servant.]
A peasant stand up thus! [Snatches a Sword, comes behind, and stabs him. Serv. O, I am slain !—My lord, you have one
To see some mischief on him:-0! [Dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it :-Out, vile
jelly! Where is thy lustre now? [Tears out GLOSTER's other Eye, and throws it
on the ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless.- Where's my son
Out, treacherous villain !
the overture of thy treasons-) Overture is here used for an opening or discovery. It was be who first laid thy treasons open to us.
His way to Dover.-How is't, my lord? How look
Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt:-Follow me, lady.Turn out that eyeless villain ;-throw this slave Upon the dunghill.—Regan, I bleed apace: Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your arm.
[Éxit CORNWALL, led by REGAN ;-Servants
unbind GLOSTER, and lead him out. 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man comes to good. 2 Serv.
If she live long, And, in the end, meet the old course of death," Women will all turn monsters. 1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the
Bedlam To lead him where he would; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing.
2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!
- the old course of death,] That is, die a natural death,
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then,
Enter Gloster, led by an old Man. My father, poorly led ?–World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,' Life would not yield to age.
Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore years.
Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone: Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt.
Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.
Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen, Our mean secures us;o and our mere defects Prove our commodities.—Ah, dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused father's wrath! Might I but live to see thee in my touch, I'd say, I had eyes again! Old Man.
How now? Who's there? Edg. [Aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, I am
at the worst? I am worse than e'er I was.
World, world, O world ! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,] O world! if reverses of fortune and changes such as I now see and feel, from ease and affluence to poverty and misery, did not show us the little value of life, we should never submit with any kind of resignation to the weight of years, and its necessary consequence, infirmity and death. MALONE.
• Our mean secures us;] Mean is here a substantive, and signifies a middle state.