Proper deformity seems not in the fiend 60
So horrid as in woman.
Gon. O vain fool!
[Alb. 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, 64
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.
Gon. Marry, your manhood.—Mew!] 68
Enter a Messenger.
[Alb. What news?]
Mess. O! my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead;
Slain by his servant, going to put out
The other eye of Gloucester.
Alb. Gloucester's eyes! 72
Mess. 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; 76
But not without that harmful stroke, which since
Hath pluck'd him after.
Alb. 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?
Mess. Both, both, my lord. 81
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer;
60 Proper: that which belongs
61 vain: empty
62 self-cover'd: hypocritical
63 Be-monster not thy feature: don't let your whole appearance become beastly
65 apt: ready
73 remorse: pity
