The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Reg._ Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
_Corn._ Bind fast his corky arms.
_Glou._ What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider[3925][3926]
You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.[3925] 30
_Corn._ Bind him, I say. [_Servants bind him._[3927]
_Reg._ Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
_Glou._ Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none.[3928]
_Corn._ To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find--
[_Regan plucks his beard._[3929]
_Glou._ By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done[3930]
To pluck me by the beard.[3930] 35
_Reg._ So white, and such a traitor!
_Glou._ Naughty lady,[3931]
These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin[3931]
Will quicken and accuse thee: I am your host:[3932]
With robbers' hands my hospitable favours[3933]
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?[3934] 40
_Corn._ Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?[3935]
_Reg._ Be simple answerer, for we know the truth.[3936]
_Corn._ And what confederacy have you with the traitors[3937]
Late footed in the kingdom?[3937][3938]
_Reg._ To whose hands have you sent the lunatic king?[3939][3940] 45
Speak.[3939]
_Glou._ I have a letter guessingly set down,[3941]
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart
And not from one opposed.
_Corn._ Cunning.
_Reg._ And false.
_Corn._ Where hast thou sent the king?
_Glou._ To Dover.[3942] 50
_Reg._ Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charged at peril--[3943]
_Corn._ Wherefore to Dover? Let him first answer that.[3944]
_Glou._ I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.[3945]
_Reg._ Wherefore to Dover, sir?[3946]
_Glou._ Because I would not see thy cruel nails 55
Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.[3947]
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head[3948]
In hell-black night endured, would have buoy'd up,[3949]
And quench'd the stelled fires:[3950][3951] 60
Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.[3950][3952]
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,[3953]
Thou shouldst have said, 'Good porter, turn the key,'[3954]
All cruels else subscribed: but I shall see[3955]
The winged vengeance overtake such children. 65
_Corn._ See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair.
Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.[3956]
_Glou._ He that will think to live till he be old,[3957]
Give me some help! O cruel! O you gods![3958]
_Reg._ One side will mock another; the other too.[3959] 70
_Corn._ If you see vengeance--[3960]
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