Edg. But, by your favour, 216
How near's the other army?
Gent. Near, and on speedy foot; the main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.
Edg. I thank you, sir: that's all.
Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is here, 220
Her army is mov'd on. Exit.
Edg. I thank you, sir.
Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me:
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!
Edg. Well pray you, father. 224
Glo. Now, good sir, what are you?
Edg. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows;
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.
Glo. Hearty thanks: 229
The bounty and the benison of heaven
To boot, and boot!
Enter Steward [Oswald.]
Osw. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor, 233
Briefly thyself remember: the sword is out
That must destroy thee.
Glo. Now let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to 't. [Edgar interposes.]
Osw. Wherefore, bold peasant, 236
218 main descry, etc.; cf. n.
228 pregnant: ready, receptive
229 biding: abiding-place
231 To boot, and boot: over and over
