Page 1844 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

REGAN

For his particular, I’ll receive him gladly, [290]
But not one follower.

GONERIL
So am I purpos’d.
Where is my Lord of Gloucester?

CORNWALL

Follow’d the old man forth. He is return’d.
Re-enter Gloucester.

GLOUCESTER
The King is in high rage.

CORNWALL
Whither is he going?

GLOUCESTER
He calls to horse; but will I know not whither. [295]

CORNWALL
’Tis best to give him way; he leads himself.

GONERIL
My Lord, entreat him by no means to stay.

GLOUCESTER
Alack! the night comes on, and the bleak winds

Do sorely ruffle; for many miles about
There’s scarce a bush.

REGAN
O! Sir, to wilful men, [300]
The injuries that they themselves procure

Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors;
He is attended with a desperate train,