Page 1922 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

ALBANY

Save him! save him!

GONERIL
This is practice, Gloucester: [150]
By th’law of war thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish’d,

But cozen’d and beguil’d.

ALBANY
Shut your mouth, dame,
Or with this paper shall I stople it. Hold, sir;
Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil: [155]
No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it.

GONERIL

Say, if I do, the laws are mine, not thine:
Who can arraign me for’t?

ALBANY
Most monstrous! O!
Know’st thou this paper?

GONERIL
Ask me not what I know.

(Exit.)

ALBANY
Go after her: she’s desperate; govern her. [160]
(Exit an Officer.)

EDMUND
What you have charg’d me with, that have I done,
And more, much more; the time will bring it out:

’Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou
That hast this fortune on me? If thou’rt noble,
I do forgive thee.