Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence;
Lest that infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.
Edg. Chill not let go, zur, without vurther
'casion. 241
Osw. Let go, slave, or thou diest.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let
poor volk pass. An chud ha' bin zwaggered
out of my life, 'twould not ha' bin zo long as
'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old
man; keep out, che vor ye, or ise try whether
your costard or my ballow be the harder. Chill
be plain with you. 249
Osw. Out, dunghill!
Edg. Chill pick your teeth, zur. Come; no
matter vor your foins. 252
[They fight and Edgar knocks him down.]
Osw. Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse.
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body;
And give the letters which thou find'st about me
To Edmund Earl of Gloucester; seek him out
Upon the English party: O! untimely death. 257
[Dies.]
Edg. I know thee well: a serviceable villain;
As duteous to the vices of thy mistress
As badness would desire.
Glo. What! is he dead? 260
Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you.
Let's see his pockets: these letters that he speaks of
May be my friends. He's dead; I am only sorry
He had no other deaths-man. Let us see: 264
240 chill: I will
244 An chud: if I should
247 che vor ye: I warn you
248 costard: apple, used jokingly for head
ballow: stick
252 foins: thrusts
