First Serv. Nay then, come on, and take the chance of anger.
[Draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded.]
Reg. Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!
Kills him.
First Serv. O! I am slain. My lord, you have one eye left 81
To see some mischief on him. O!
Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!
Where is thy lustre now? 84
Glo. All dark and comfortless. Where's my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
To quit this horrid act.
Reg. Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee; it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us, 89
Who is too good to pity thee.
Glo. O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! 92
Reg. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover. Exit [one] with Gloucester.
How is 't, my lord? How look you?
Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt. Follow me, lady.
Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave
Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace: 97
Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
[Exit Cornwall led by Regan.]
[Sec. Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do
If this man come to good.
Third Serv. If she live long, 100
And, in the end, meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.
87 quit: requite
89 overture: exposure
101 old: familiar, regular
