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Before ALBANY's palace.
[Enter GONERIL and EDMUND]
GONERIL
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Welcome | my lord.| I marv|el our mild | husband
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Not met us / on the | way. Now,^|where's your |
master?
OSWALD
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Madam | within,| but nev|er man | so* changed:
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I told | him of the | army | that was | landed:
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He smiled | at it. I | told him | you were |
coming,
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His ans|wer was,| the worse.| Of Glouce|ster's
treach||ery,
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And | of the loy|al serv|ice of | his son
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When I | informed | him, then | he called | me
sot,
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And told | me I | had turned | the wrong side
out:
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What most | he should | dislike,| seems plea/sant
to him;
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What like,| offen|sive.
GONERIL
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Then | shall you go | no furth|er.
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It is | the cow|ish ter|ror of | his spirit
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That dares | not und|ertake:| he'll not | feel*
wrongs ??
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Which tie him to an answer: our wishes on the way
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May prove | effects.| Back Ed/mund to my |
brother,
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Hasten | his must|ers, and | conduct | his
powers.
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I must change | arms at | home, and | give the
distaff
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Into my | husband's | hands. This | trusty |
servant
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Shall pass | between us:| ere long | you are like
| to hear
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(If you / dare vent|ure in | your own | behalf)
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A mistress's command. Wear this; spare speech,
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Decline | your head.| This^kiss,| if it durst
speak,
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Would stretch | thy spir|its up | into | the air:
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Conceive,| and fare | thee well.
EDMUND
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Yours in | the ranks | of death. (tri with
prev)
[Exit EDMUND]
GONERIL
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My most dear | Gloucester. \\
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Oh, the | diffe|rence of | man, and | man,
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To thee | a wom|an's serv|ices | are due,
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My fool | usurps | my bo|dy. \\
OSWALD
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Madam,| here comes | my lord. \\
[Exit. Enter ALBANY]
GONERIL
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I have | been worth | the whistle.
ALBANY
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Oh Gon/eril,
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You are | not worth | the dust | which^the / rude
wind
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Blows in your | face. I | fear your |
dispo|sition:
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That na|ture, which | contemns | its or|igin,
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Cannot | be bord|ered cert|ain in | itself;
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She that | herself | will sliv|er and | disbranch
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From her | mater|ial sap,| perforce | must
with|er
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And come | to dead|ly use.
GONERIL
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No more,| the text is | foolish. (tri with
prev)
ALBANY
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Wisdom and | goodness | to the | vile seem vile:
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Filths savor but | themselves.| What have | you
done?
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Tigers,| not daught|ers, what | have you |
performed?
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A fath|er, and | a gra|cious ag|ed man,
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Whose^reve|rence ev|en the / head-lugged | bear
would lick,
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Most bar/barous,| most de|generate*!| Have you |
madded. (hex with prev)
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Could my | good* broth|er suf|fer you | to do it?
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A man,| a prince,| by him | so ben|efit||ed!
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If | that the heavens | do not | their vis|ible
spirits
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Send^quick|ly down | to tame | these^vile |
offen||ses,
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It | will | come, \\
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Huma|nity* must | perforce | prey on | itself,
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Like mon/sters of | the deep.
GONERIL
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Milk-livered man,
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That bearst | a cheek | for blows,| a head | for
wrongs,
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Who hast | not in thy | brows an | eye
dis|cerning
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Thine^hon|or, from | thy suf|fering, that / not
knowst
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Fools do those^|villains | pity | who are |
punished
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Ere they | have done | their mis|chief. Where's |
thy drum?
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France spreads his ban|ners in | our noise|less
land;
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With plum|ed helm | thy slay|er be/gins threats;
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Whiles^thou,| a mor|al fool,| sitst^still,| and
cri||est
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Alack | why does | he so?
ALBANY
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See thyself | devil: (tri with prev)
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Proper | defor|mity / seems not | in the fiend
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So hor|rid as | in wom|an.
GONERIL
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O / vain fool.
ALBANY
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Thou chang|ed and / self-cov|ered thing,| for
shame,
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Be-monst|er not | thy fea|ture. Were it | my
fit||ness
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To / let these | hands o|bey my blood,
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They are apt | enough | to dis|locate | and tear
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Thy flesh | and bones:| howere | thou art | a
fiend,
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A wom|an's shape | doth shield | thee. \\
GONERIL
Marry, your manhood now.
[Enter a Messenger]
ALBANY
What news?
MESSENGER
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Oh my | good* lord,| the Duke | of
Corn|wall's^dead,
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Slain by | his serv|ant, go/ing to / put out
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The oth|er eye | of Glouce|ster.
ALBANY
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Glouce|ster's eyes.
MESSENGER
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A serv|ant that | he bred,| thrilled with |
remorse,
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Opposed | against | the act:| bending | his sword
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To his / great mast|er, who,| threat en|raged
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Flew on / him, and | amongst | them felled | him
dead;
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But not | without | that harm|ful stroke,| which
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Hath plucked | him aft|er.
ALBANY
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This^shows | you are | above
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You just|ices,| that these | our neth|er crimes
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So spee|dily | can venge.| But (O | poor*
Glouce||ster)
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Lost | he his oth|er eye?
MESSENGER
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Both, both, my lord.
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This letter | madam,| craves a | speedy | answer:
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'Tis from | your sis|ter.
GONERIL
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One | way^I like | this well,
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But being | widow,| and my | Gloucester | with
her,
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May all | the build|ing in | my fan|cy pluck
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Upon | my hate|ful life.| Anoth|er way
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The news | is not | so tart.| I'll read,| and
ans||wer.
[Exit]
ALBANY
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Where | was his son,| when they | did take | his
eyes?
MESSENGER
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Come with | my la|dy hith|er.
ALBANY
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He is / not here.
MESSENGER
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No my | good* lord,| I met | him back | again.
ALBANY
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Knows he | the wick|edness?
MESSENGER
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Aye my good || lord: 'twas | he in|formed
a|gainst him
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And quit || the house | on pur|pose, that |
their pun|ishment
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Might^have | the fre|er course.
ALBANY
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Gloucester,| I live
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To thank | thee for | the love | thou showedst |
the king,
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And to | revenge | thine^eyes.| Come^hith|er
friend:
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Tell me | what more | thou knowst. \\
[Exeunt]