CORNWALL.
Bind fast his corky arms.
GLOUCESTER.
What mean your graces?
Good my friends, consider you are my guests.
Do me no foul play, friends.
CORNWALL.
Bind him, I say.
[Servants bind him.]
REGAN.
Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
GLOUCESTER.
Unmerciful lady as you are, I’m none.
CORNWALL.
To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find—
[Regan plucks his beard.]
GLOUCESTER.
By the kind gods, ’tis most ignobly done
To pluck me by the beard.
REGAN.
So white, and such a traitor!