Scena Quarta.
Enter Regan, and Steward.
Reg.
But are my Brothers Powres set forth?
Stew.
I Madam▪
Reg.
Himselfe in person there?
Stew.
Madam with much ado:
Your Sister is the better Souldier.
Reg.
Lord Edmund spake not with your Lord at home?
Stew.
No Madam.
Reg.
What night import my Sisters Letter to him?
Stew.
I know not, Lady.
Reg.
Faith he is poasted hence on serious matter:
It was great ignorance, Glousters eyes being out
To let him liue. Where he arriues, he moues
All hearts against vs: Edmund, I thinke is gone
In pitty of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life: Moreouer to descry
The strength o' th' Enemy.
Stew.
I must needs after him, Madam, with my Letter.
Reg.
Our troopes set forth to morrow, stay with vs:
The wayes are dangerous.
Stew.
I may not Madam:
My Lady charg'd my dutie in this busines.
Reg.
Why should she write to Edmund?
Might not you transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Some things, I know not what. Ile loue thee much
Let me vnseale the Letter.
Stew.
Madam, I had rather—
Reg.
I know your Lady do's not loue her Husband,
I am sure of that: and at her late being heere,
She gaue strange Eliads, and most speaking lookes
To Noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosome.
Stew.
I, Madam?
Reg.
I speake in vnderstanding: Y' are: I know't,
Therefore I do aduise you take this note:
My Lord is dead: Edmond, and I haue talk'd,
And more conuenient is he for my hand
Then for your Ladies: You may gather more:
If you do finde him, pray you giue him this;
And when your Mistris heares thus much from you,
I pray desire her call her wisedome to her.
So fare you well:
If you do chance to heare of that blinde Traitor,
Preferment fals on him, that cuts him off.
Stew.
Would I could meet Madam, I should shew
What party I do follow.
Reg.
Fare thee well.
Exeunt