Alack, Alack Edmund. There is division between dukes and a worse matter than that. I had received a letter this night tis' dangerous to be spoken; I have locked the letter in my closet. The injuries of The King will be revenged.
Go to you and maintain talk with the Duke. If he ask for me, I am ill and gone to bed. If I die for it, as no less is threatened me, the King my old master must be relieved. There is strange things toward; Edmund pray you be careful.
This courtesy forbid thee shall the Duke Instantly know, and of that letter too. This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses-no less than all. The younger rises when the old doth fall.