Page 1879 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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It is the cowish terror of his spirit
That dares not undertake; he’ll not feel wrongs
Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother; [15]
Hasten his musters and conduct his powers:
I must change arms at home, and give the distaff
Into my husband’s hands. This trusty servant
Shall pass between us; ere long you are like to hear,
If you dare venture in your own behalf, [20]
A mistress’s command. Wear this; spare speech;
(Giving a favour.)
Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
Conceive, and fare thee well.
EDMUND
Yours in the ranks of death.
GONERIL
My most dear Gloucester! [25]
(Exit Edmund.)
Oh! the difference of man and man.
To thee a woman’s services are due:
My Fool usurps my body.
OSWALD
Madam, here comes my Lord.
(Exit.)
Enter Albany.
GONERIL
I have been worth the whistle.
ALBANY
O Goneril!
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind [30]
Blows in your face. I fear your disposition:
