Gon. Oh ho, I know the Riddle, I will goe.
Exeunt. both the Armies.
Enter Edgar.
Edg. If ere your Grace had speech with man so poore,
Heare me one word
Alb. Ile ouertake you, speake
Edg. Before you fight the Battaile, ope this Letter:
If you haue victory, let the Trumpet sound
For him that brought it: wretched though I seeme,
I can produce a Champion, that will proue
What is auouched there. If you miscarry,
Your businesse of the world hath so an end,
And machination ceases. Fortune loues you
Alb. Stay till I haue read the Letter
Edg. I was forbid it:
When time shall serue, let but the Herald cry,
And Ile appeare againe.
Enter.
Alb. Why farethee well, I will o're-looke thy paper.
Enter Edmund.
Bast. The Enemy's in view, draw vp your powers,
Heere is the guesse of their true strength and Forces,
By dilligent discouerie, but your hast
Is now vrg'd on you