The Plays of Shakspeare (9); Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed
General Books, 2009 - 208 pages
This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1807. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... (As this I would; ay, though thou didst produce My very character, ) I'd turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice; And thou must make a dullard of the world, If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potential spurs To make thee seek it. Glo. Strong and fasten'd villain! Would he deny his letter ?--I never got him. [Trumpets within. Hark, the duke's trumpets! I know not why he comes: -- All ports I'll bar; the villain shall not 'scape; The duke must grant me that: besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom May have due note of him; and of my land, Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means To make thee capable. Enter Cornwall, 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 vengeance 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 nam'd? 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. Gb. He-did bewray his practice; and receiv'd This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. Corn. I...
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