My father watches. O sir, fly this place.Intelligence is given where you are hid.You have now the good advantage of the night.Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall aught?He’s coming hither—now, i' th' night, i' th' haste,And Regan with him. Have you nothing saidUpon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany?dvise yourself.
I hear my father coming. Pardon me.In cunning I must draw my sword upon you.Draw. Seem to defend yourself. Now quit you well.
I am sure on ’t, not a word.
Yield! Come before my father. Light, ho! Here! Fly, brother, fly.Torches, torches!
By: Y Hong
I have seen drunkardsDo more than this in sport.—Father, father!—Stop, stop!—No help?
Now Edmund, where’s the villain?
Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out,Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon. To stand ’s auspicious mistress—
Let him fly far.Not in this land shall he remain uncaught.And found—dispatch.
Look, sir, I bleed.
When I dissuadedhim from his intent,And found him pight to do it
O strange and fastened villain!Would he deny his letter, said he? I never got him.—Besides, his pictureI will send far and near, that all the kingdomMay have the due note of him.—And of my land,Loyal and natural boy, I’ll work the meansTo make thee capable.