Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Hee's comming hither, now i'th' night, i'th' haste,
Bast. And Regan with him, haue you nothing said
Bast. Vpon his partie 'gainst the Duke of Albany?
Bast. Aduise your selfe.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. I am sure on't, not a word.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. I heare my Father comming, pardon me:
Bast. In cunning, I must draw my Sword vpon you:
Bast. Draw, seeme to defend your selfe,
Bast. Now quit you well.
Bast. Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here,
Bast. Fly Brother, Torches, Torches, so farewell.
Bast. Exit Edgar.
Bast. Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinion
Bast. Of my more fierce endeauour. I haue seene drunkards
Bast. Do more then this in sport; Father, Father,
Bast. Stop, stop, no helpe?
Bast. Enter Gloster, and Seruants with Torches.
Glo. Glo.