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King Lear (Modern, Extended Folio)
 22664.2[a]
 2267Enter Goneril, [Edmund the] Bastard, and [Oswald, the] steward.
 2268Goneril
 Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband
 2269Not met us on the way. Now, where's your master?
 2270Oswald
 Madam, within, but never man so changed.
 2271I told him of the army that was landed;
 2272He smiled at it. I told him you were coming;
 2273His answer was "The worse." Of Gloucester's treachery
 2274And of the loyal service of his son,
 2275When I informed him, then he called me sot
 2276And told me I had turned the wrong side out.
 2277What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him,
 2278What like, offensive.
 2279Goneril
  [To the Bastard] Then shall you go no further.
 2280It is the cowish terror of his spirit
 2281That dares not undertake. He'll not feel wrongs
 2282Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
 2283May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother;
 2284Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers.
 2285I must change names at home and give the distaff
 2286Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
 2287Shall pass between us. Ere long you are like to hear,
 2288If you dare venture in your own behalf,
 2289A mistress's command. Wear this--spare speech.
 [Gives him a favor of some kind.]
 2290Decline your head.
 [She kisses him.]
  This kiss, if it durst speak,
 2291Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
 2292Conceive--and fare thee well.
 2293Bastard
 Yours in the ranks of death.
 Exit.
 2294Goneril
  My most dear Gloucester.
 2295Oh, the difference of man and man.
 2296To thee a woman's services are due--
 2297My fool usurps my body.
 2298Oswald
 Madam, here comes my lord.
 [Exit Oswald.]
 2299Enter Albany.
 2300Goneril
 I have been worth the whistle.
 2301Albany
  O Goneril,
 2302You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
 No more, the text is foolish.
 Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile.
38Like monsters of the deep.
 2304Goneril
 Milk-livered man,
 2305That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs,
 2306Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
 France spreads his banners in our noiseless land,
 2308Albany
 See thyself, devil.
 2309Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
 2310So horrid as in woman.
 2311Goneril
  O vain fool.
 Thou changèd, and self-covered thing, for shame,
 Marry, your manhood?--mew!
 2312Enter a Messenger.
 2313Messenger
 O my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead,
 2314Slain by his servant, going to put out
 2315The other eye of Gloucester.
 2316Albany
  Gloucester's eyes?
 2317Messenger
 A servant that he bred, thrilled with remorse,
 2318Opposed against the act; bending his sword
 2319To his great master, who, threat-enraged,
 2320Flew on him, and amongst them felled him dead;
 2321But not without that harmful stroke which since
 2322Hath plucked him after.
  This shows you are above
 2326Lost he his other eye?
 2327Messenger
  Both, both, my lord.
 2328[To Goneril] This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer.
 2329'Tis from your sister.
 2330Goneril
  [Aside] One way I like this well;
 2331But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
 2332May all the building in my fancy pluck
 2333Upon my hateful life. Another way
 2334The news is not so tart. [Aloud] I'll read, and answer.
 [Exit Goneril.]
 Where was his son 2336when they did take his eyes?
 Come with my lady hither.
 2338Albany
  He is not here?
 2339Messenger
 No, my good lord, I met him back again.
 2340Albany
 Knows he the wickedness?
 2341Messenger
 Ay, my good lord, 'twas he informed against him,
 2342And quit the house on purpose that their punishment
 2343Might have the freer course.
 2344Albany
  Gloucester, I live
 2345To thank thee for the love thou showed'st the King,
 2346And to revenge thine eyes.--Come hither, friend,
 2347Tell me what more thou knowest.
 42Exeunt.