Page 1918 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3
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Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine;
Witness the world, that I create thee here
My lord and master.
GONERIL
Mean you to enjoy him?
ALBANY
The let-alone lies not in your good will. [80]
EDMUND
Nor in thine, Lord.
ALBANY
Half-blooded fellow, yes.
REGAN
(to Edmund) Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
ALBANY
Stay yet; hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee
On capital treason; and, in thy attaint,
This gilded serpent.
(Pointing to Goneril.)
For your claim, fair sister, [85]
I bar it in the interest of my wife;
’Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your banes.
If you will marry, make your loves to me,
My lady is bespoke.
GONERIL
An interlude! [90]
ALBANY
Thou art arm’d, Gloucester; let the trumpet sound:
