- Authors
- Barrie, James M.
- Bronte, Anne
- Bronte, Charlotte
- Burroughs, Edgar Rice
- Carroll, Lewis
- Conrad, Joseph
- Cooper, James Fenimore
- Crane, Stephen
- de Balzac, Honoré
- Defoe, Daniel
- Dickens, Charles
- Dostoevsky, Fyodor
- Doyle, Arthur Conan
- Hawthorne, Nathaniel
- Huxley, Aldous
- Joyce, James
- London, Jack
- Melville, Herman
- Milton, John
- Orwell, George
- Poe, Edgar Allan
- Pope, Alexander
- Rand, Ayn
- Shakespeare, William
- Hamlet
- King Lear
- Act I - Scene I
- Act I - Scene II
- Act I - Scene III
- Act I - Scene IV
- Act I - Scene V
- Act II - Scene I
- Act II - Scene II
- Act II - Scene III
- Act II - Scene IV
- Act III - Scene I
- Act III - Scene II
- Act III - Scene III
- Act III - Scene IV
- Act III - Scene V
- Act III - Scene VI
- Act III - Scene VII
- Act IV - Scene I
- Act IV - Scene II
- Act IV - Scene III
- Act IV - Scene IV
- Act IV - Scene V
- Act IV - Scene VI
- Act IV - Scene VII
- Act V - Scene I
- Act V - Scene II
- Act V - Scene III
- MacBeth
- Othello
- Romeo and Juliet
- Shelley, Mary
- Stoker, Bram
- The Brothers Grimm
- Tolstoy, Leo
- Twain, Mark
- Verne, Jules
- Wells, H.G.
- Wilde, Oscar
- GRE in English Literature
- About FictionClassics.com
Act III - Scene III
Submitted by Xangis on Thu, 10/04/2007 - 01:04.
Scene III - Gloucester's castle.
Enter GLOUCESTER and EDMUND.
GLOUCESTER
Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural
dealing. When I desire their leave that I might
pity him, they took from me the use of mine own
house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual
displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for
him, nor any way sustain him.
EDMUND
Most savage and unnatural!
GLOUCESTER
Go to; say you nothing. There's a division betwixt
the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have
received a letter this night; 'tis dangerous to be
spoken; I have locked the letter in my closet:
these injuries the king now bears will be revenged
home; there's part of a power already footed: we
must incline to the king. I will seek him, and
privily relieve him: go you and maintain talk with
the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived:
if he ask for me. I am ill, and gone to bed.
Though I die for it, as no less is threatened me,
the king my old master must be relieved. There is
some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.
Exit
EDMUND
This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke
Instantly know; and of that letter too:
This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
That which my father loses; no less than all:
The younger rises when the old doth fall.
Exeunt
