take all my outward worth.Phys.
There is means, madam:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.
Cor.
All bless’d secrets,
All you unpublish’d virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears! be aidant and remediate
In the good man’s distress!—Seek, seek for him;
Lest his ungovern’d rage dissolve the life
That wants the means to lead it.
[Enter a Messenger.]
Mess.
News, madam;
The British powers are marching hitherward.
Cor.
‘Tis known before; our preparation stands
In expectation of them.—O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about;
Therefore great France
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag’d father’s right:
Soon may I hear and see him!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V. A Room in Gloster’s Castle.
[Enter Regan and Oswald.]
Reg.
But are my brother’s powers set forth?
Osw.
Ay, madam.
Reg.
Himself in person there?
Osw.
Madam, with much ado.
Your sister is the better soldier.
Reg.
Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?
Osw.
No, madam.
Reg.
What might import my sister’s letter to him?
Osw.
I know not, lady.
Reg.
Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloster’s eyes being out,
To let him live: where he arrives he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to despatch
His nighted life; moreover, to descry
The strength o’ the enemy.
Osw.
I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.
Reg.
Our troops set forth tomorrow: stay with us;
The ways are dangerous.
Osw.
I may not, madam:
My lady charg’d my duty in this business.
Reg.
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something,—I know not what:—I’ll love thee much—
Let me unseal the letter.
Osw.
Madam, I had rather,—
Reg.
I know your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that: and at her late being here
She gave strange eyeliads and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.
Osw.
I, madam?
Reg.
I speak in understanding; you are, I know’t:
Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk’d;
And more convenient is he for my hand
Than for your lady’s.—You may gather more.
If you do find him, pray you give him this;
And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
I pray desire her call her wisdom to her
So, fare you well.
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
Osw.
Would I could meet him, madam! I should show
What party I do follow.
Reg.
Fare thee well.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE VI. The country near Dover.
[Enter Gloster, and Edgar dressed like a peasant.]
Glou.
When shall I come to the top of that same hill?
Edg.
You do climb up it now: look, how we labour.
Glou.
Methinks the ground is even.
