PERTURBATION.
Vengeance! death! plague! confusion!
Fiery! what quality?—-Why, Gloster, Gloster!
I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife:
The King would speak with Cornwall—-the dear father
Would with his daughter speak; commands her service.
Are they inform'd of this?—-My breath and blood!
Fiery! the fiery Duke! Tell the hot Duke—
No' but not yet: may be he is not well:
I beg his pardon: and I'll chide my rashness,
That took the indisposed and sickly fit.
For the sound man,—-But wherefore sits he there?—
Death on my state! this act convinces me,
That this retiredness of the Duke and her
Is plain contempt—Give me my servant forth—
Go tell the Duke and's wife I'd speak with 'em:
Now: instantly—Bid 'em come forth and hear me;
Or, at their chamber-door, I'll beat the drum—
'Till it cry—Sleep to death.