EDMUND.
The Duke be here to-night? The better! best!
This weaves itself perforce into my business.
My father hath set guard to take my brother;
And I have one thing, of a queasy question,
Which I must act: — briefness and fortune work! —
Brother, a word! — descend: — brother, I say!
[Enter Edgar.]
My father watches: — sir, fly this place;
Intelligence is given where you are hid;
You have now the good advantage of the night. —
Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall?
He's coming hither; now, i' the night, i' the haste,
And Regan with him: have you nothing said
Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
Advise yourself.
EDGAR.
I am sure on't, not a word.
EDMUND.
I hear my father coming: — pardon me;
In cunning I must draw my sword upon you: —
Draw: seem to defend yourself: now quit you well. —
Yield: — come before my father. — Light, ho, here!
Fly, brother. — Torches, torches! — So farewell.
[Exit Edgar.]
Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion
Of my more fierce endeavour: [Wounds his arm.]
I have seen drunkards
Do more than this in sport. — Father, father!
Stop, stop! No help?
[Enter Gloucester, and Servants with torches.]
