Page 1869 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. [30]

CORNWALL
Bind him, I say.
(Servants bind him.)

REGAN
Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!

GLOUCESTER
Unmerciful lady as you are, I’m none.

CORNWALL
To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find −

(Regan plucks his beard.)

GLOUCESTER
By the kind Gods, ’tis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the beard. [35]

REGAN
So white, and such a traitor!

GLOUCESTER
Naughty lady,

These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin,
Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host:
With robbers’ hands my hospitable favours
You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? [40]

CORNWALL
Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?

REGAN
Be simple-answer’d, for we know the truth.

CORNWALL