Page 1919 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

If none appear to prove upon thy person
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge;
(Throws down a glove.)

I’ll make it on thy heart,
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less [95]
Than I have here proclaim’d thee.

REGAN
Sick! O, sick!

GONERIL
(aside) If not, I’ll ne’er trust medicine.

EDMUND

There’s my exchange:
(Throws down a glove.)
what in the world he is
That names me traitor, villain-like he lies.
Call by the trumpet: he that dares approach, [100]

On him, on you, who not? I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.

ALBANY
A herald, ho!
Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers,

All levied in my name, have in my name
Took their discharge.

REGAN
My sickness grows upon me. [105]

ALBANY
She is not well; convey her to my tent.
(Exit Regan, led.)

Enter a Herald.
Come hither, herald,-Let the trumpet sound, −