Page 1899 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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GENTLEMAN
A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Past speaking of in a King! Thou hast one daughter, [200]
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.
EDGAR
Hail, gentle sir!
GENTLEMAN
Sir, speed you: what’s your will?
EDGAR
Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?
GENTLEMAN
Most sure and vulgar; every one hears that, [205]
Which can distinguish sound.
EDGAR
But, by your favour,
How near’s the other army?
GENTLEMAN
Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.
EDGAR
I thank you, sir: that’s all.
GENTLEMAN
Though that the Queen on special cause is here, [210]
Her army is mov’d on.
EDGAR
I thank you sir.
(Exit Gentleman.)
