Enter GONERIL and EDMUND the bastard
Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband
Not met us on the way.
Now, where’s your master?
Madam, within—but never man so changed.
I told him of the army that was landed.
5He smiled at it. I told him you were coming.
His answer was “The worse.” Of Gloucester’s treachery
And of the loyal service of his son,
When I informed him, then he called me “sot,”
And told me I had turned the wrong side out.
10What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive.
Then shall you go no further.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit
That dares not undertake. He’ll not feel wrongs
15Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother.
Hasten his musters and conduct his powers.
I must change names at home, and give the distaff
Into my husband’s hands. This trusty servant
20Shall pass between us. Ere long you are like to hear—
If you dare venture in your own behalf—
A mistress’s command. Wear this. Spare speech.
Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
(kisses EDMUND) Conceive, and fare thee well.