ACT V.
Scene I. The Camp of the British Forces near Dover.
[Enter, with drum and colours, Edmund, Regan, Officers, Soldiers,
and others.]
EDMUND.
Know of the duke if his last purpose hold,
Or whether since he is advis'd by aught
To change the course: he's full of alteration
And self-reproving: — bring his constant pleasure.
[To an Officer, who goes out.]
REGAN.
Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.
EDMUND.
Tis to be doubted, madam.
REGAN.
Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you:
Tell me, — but truly, — but then speak the truth,
Do you not love my sister?
EDMUND.
In honour'd love.
REGAN.
But have you never found my brother's way
To the forfended place?
EDMUND.
That thought abuses you.
REGAN.
I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.
EDMUND.
No, by mine honour, madam.
REGAN.
I never shall endure her: dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her.
