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GONERIL . Milk - liver’d man ! That bear’st a cheek for blows , a head for wrongs ; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering ; that not know’st Fools do those villains pity who are punish’d Ere they have done their mischief . Where’s thy drum ? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land ; With plumed helm thy state begins to threat , Whilst thou , a moral fool , sitt’st still , and criest ‘ Alack , why does he so ? ’ ALBANY . See thyself , devil ! Proper deformity seems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman . GONERIL . O vain fool ! ALBANY . Thou changed and self - cover’d thing , for shame ! Be - monster not thy feature ! Were’t my fitness To let these hands obey my blood , They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones . Howe’er thou art a fiend , A woman’s shape doth shield thee . GONERIL . Marry , your manhood , mew ! Enter a Messenger . ALBANY . What news ? MESSENGER . O , my good lord , the Duke of Cornwall’s dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye of Gloucester . ALBANY . Gloucester’s eyes ! MESSENGER . A servant that he bred , thrill’d with remorse , Oppos’d against the act , bending his sword To his great master ; who , thereat enrag’d , Flew on him , and amongst them fell’d him dead ; But not without that harmful stroke which since Hath pluck’d him after . ALBANY . This shows you are above , You justicers , that these our nether crimes So speedily can venge ! But , O poor Gloucester ! Lost he his other eye ? MESSENGER . Both , both , my lord . This letter , madam , craves a speedy answer ; ’ Tis from your sister . GONERIL . [ Aside . ] One way I like this well ; But being widow , and my Gloucester with her , May all the building in my fancy pluck Upon my hateful life . Another way The news is not so tart . I’ll read , and answer . [ Exit . ] ALBANY . Where was his son when they did take his eyes ? MESSENGER . Come with my lady hither . ALBANY . He is not here . MESSENGER . No , my good lord ; I met him back again . ALBANY . Knows he the wickedness ? MESSENGER . Ay , my good lord . ’ Twas he inform’d against him ; And quit the house on purpose , that their punishment Might have the freer course . ALBANY . Gloucester , I live To thank thee for the love thou show’dst the King , And to revenge thine eyes . Come hither , friend , Tell me what more thou know’st . [ Exeunt . ] SCENE III . The French camp near Dover Enter Kent and a Gentleman . KENT . Why the King of France is so suddenly gone back , know you no reason ? GENTLEMAN . Something he left imperfect in the state , which since his coming forth is thought of , which imports to the kingdom so much fear and danger that his personal return was most required and necessary . KENT . Who hath he left behind him general ? GENTLEMAN . The Mareschal of France , Monsieur La Far . KENT . Did your letters pierce the queen to any demonstration of grief ? GENTLEMAN . Ay , sir ; she took them , read them in my presence ; And now and then an ample tear trill’d down Her delicate cheek . It seem’d she was a queen Over her passion ; who , most rebel - like , Sought to be king o’er her .
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