Scene VII. A Room in Gloucester's Castle.
[Enter Cornwall, Regan, Goneril, Edmund, and Servants.]
CORNWALL.
Post speedily to my lord your husband, show him this letter: —
the army of France is landed. — Seek out the traitor Gloucester.
[Exeunt some of the Servants.]
REGAN.
Hang him instantly.
GONERIL.
Pluck out his eyes.
CORNWALL.
Leave him to my displeasure. — Edmund, keep you our sister
company: the revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous
father are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke where you
are going, to a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the
like. Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us.
Farewell, dear sister: — farewell, my lord of Gloucester.
[Enter Oswald.]
How now! Where's the king?
OSWALD.
My lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence:
Some five or six and thirty of his knights,
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Who, with some other of the lord's dependants,
Are gone with him towards Dover: where they boast
To have well-armed friends.
CORNWALL.
Get horses for your mistress.
GONERIL.
Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
