Hold your hand, my lord:
I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
But better service have I never done you
Than now to bid you hold.
How now, you dog!
If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?
[Draws, and runs at him.]
Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger.
[Draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded.]
Give me thy sword [to another servant.] — A peasant stand up thus?
[Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him.]
O, I am slain! — My lord, you have one eye left
To see some mischief on thim. O!
Lest it see more, prevent it. — Out, vile jelly!
Where is thy lustre now?
[Tears out Gloucester's other eye and throws it on the ground.]
All dark and comfortless. — Where's my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
To quit this horrid act.
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd. —
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover. — How is't, my lord? How look you?
I have receiv'd a hurt: — follow me, lady. —
Turn out that eyeless villain; — throw this slave
Upon the dunghill. — Regan, I bleed apace:
Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm.
[Exit Cornwall, led by Regan; Servants unbind Gloucester and lead
I'll never care what wickedness I do,
If this man come to good.
If she live long,
And in the end meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.
Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam
To lead him where he would: his roguish madness
Allows itself to anything.
Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs
To apply to his bleeding face. Now heaven help him!