Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. Oh vaine Foole.
Gon. Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Oh my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwals dead,
Mes. Slaine by his Seruant, going to put out
Mes. The other eye of Glouster.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Glousters eyes.
Mes. A Seruant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse,
Mes. Oppos'd against the act: bending his Sword
Mes. To his great Master, who, threat‐enrage'd
Mes. Flew on him, and among'st them fell'd him dead,
Mes. But not without that harmefull stroke, which since
Mes. Hath pluckt him after.
Alb. This shewes you are aboue
Alb. You Iustices, that these our neather crimes
Alb. So speedily can venge. But (O poore Glouster)
Alb. Lost he his other eye?