Page 1888 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

REGAN

Lord Edmund spake not with your Lord at home?

OSWALD
No, Madam. [5]

REGAN
What might import my sister’s letter to him?

OSWALD
I know not, Lady.

REGAN
Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.

It was great ignorance, Gloucester’s eyes being out,
To let him live; where he arrives he moves [10]
All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life; moreover, to descry

The strength o’th’enemy.

OSWALD
I must needs after him, Madam, with my letter. [15]

REGAN
Our troops set forth to-morrow; stay with us,
The ways are dangerous.

OSWALD
I may not, Madam;

My Lady charg’d my duty in this business.

REGAN
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike, [20]
Some things-I know not what. I’ll love thee much,
Let me unseal the letter.