The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, from the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed; with Glossarial Notes, Life, and C Volume 4

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General Books, 2013 - 244 pages
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 edition. Excerpt: ...t Enter CoBNWALL, Regan, and Attendants. Corn. How now, my noble friend? since I came hither (Which I can call but now), I have heard strange news. Reg. If it be true, all vengeanoe comes too short Which can pursue the offender. How dost, my lord? Glo. O Madam, my old heart is crack'd, is crack'd! Reg. What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father named? your Edgar? Glo. O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid! Reg. Was he not companion with the riotous knights That tend upon my father? Glo. I know not, Madam: It is too bad, too bad.--Edm. Yes, Madam, he was. Reg. No marvel then, though he were ill affected; 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have the waste and spoil of his revenues. I have this present evening from my sister Been well inform'd of them; and with such cautions, That, if they come to sojourn at my house, I'll not be there. Corn. Nor I, assure thee, Regan.--Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father A child-like office. Edm. 'Twas my duty, Sir. Glo. He did bewrayJ his practice; and received This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. Corn. Is he pursued? Glo. Ay, my good lord, he is. Corn. If he be taken, he shall never more Be fear' d of doing harm: make your own purpose, How in my strength you please.--Tor you, Edmund, Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant So much commend itself, you shall be ours; Handwriting. I. e. of succeeding to my land. 1 Discover. $ Wicked purpose. Natures of such deep trust we shall much need; You we first seize on. Edm. I shall serve you, Sir, Truly, however else. Glo. For him I thank your grace. Corn. You know not wny we came to visit you, --Reg. Thus out of season threading dark-eyed night Occasions, noble Gloster, of some poize, Wherein we must...

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