ALBANY.
Where was his son when they did take his eyes?
MESSENGER.
Come with my lady hither.
ALBANY.
He is not here.
MESSENGER.
No, my good lord; I met him back again.
ALBANY.
Knows he the wickedness?
MESSENGER.
Ay, my good lord. 'Twas he inform'd against him;
And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
Might have the freer course.
ALBANY.
Gloucester, I live
To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the king,
And to revenge thine eyes. — Come hither, friend:
Tell me what more thou know'st.
[Exeunt.]
