Page 1882 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

ALBANY

This shows you are above,
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge! But, O poor Gloucester! [80]

Lost he his other eye?

MESSENGER

Both, both, my Lord.
This letter, Madam, craves a speedy answer;
’Tis from your sister.
(Presents a letter.)

GONERIL
(aside) One way I like this well;

But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck [85]
Upon my hateful life: another way,

The news is not so tart. (Aloud.) I’ll read, and answer.
(Exit.)

ALBANY
Where was his son when they did take his eyes?

MESSENGER
Come with my Lady hither.

ALBANY
He is not here.

MESSENGER
No, my good Lord; I met him back again. [90]

ALBANY
Knows he the wickedness?

MESSENGER
Ay, my good Lord; ’twas he inform’d against him,