MESSENGER.
News, madam;
The British powers are marching hitherward.
CORDELIA.
’Tis known before. Our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about;
Therefore great France
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag’d father’s right:
Soon may I hear and see him!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE V. A Room in Gloucester’s Castle
Enter Regan and Oswald.
REGAN.
But are my brother’s powers set forth?
OSWALD.
Ay, madam.
REGAN.
Himself in person there?
OSWALD.
Madam, with much ado.
Your sister is the better soldier.
REGAN.
Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?