are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke,
where you are going, to a most festinate prepara-
tion: we are bound to the like. Our posts shall
be swift and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell,
dear sister: farewell, my Lord of Gloucester. 13
Enter Steward [Oswald.]
How now? Where's the king?
Osw. My Lord of Gloucester hath convey'd him hence:
Some five or six and thirty of his knights, 16
Hot questrists after him, met him at gate;
Who, with some other of the lord's dependants,
Are gone with him toward Dover, where they boast
To have well-armed friends.
Corn. Get horses for your mistress. 20
Gon. Farewell, sweet lord, and sister.
Corn. Edmund, farewell.
[Exeunt Goneril, Edmund, and Oswald.]
Go seek the traitor Gloucester,
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us.
[Exeunt other Servants.]
Though well we may not pass upon his life 24
Without the form of justice, yet our power
Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men
May blame but not control. Who's there? The traitor?
Enter Gloucester, and Servants.
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. 28
Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Glo. What mean your Graces? Good my friends, consider
You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
10 festinate: speedy
17 questrists: searchers
29 corky: dry, withered
