GENTLEMAN.
Sir, speed you. What’s your will?
EDGAR.
Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?
GENTLEMAN.
Most sure and vulgar.
Everyone hears that, which can distinguish sound.
EDGAR.
But, by your favour,
How near’s the other army?
GENTLEMAN.
Near and on speedy foot; the main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.
EDGAR.
I thank you sir, that’s all.
GENTLEMAN.
Though that the queen on special cause is here,
Her army is mov’d on.
EDGAR.
I thank you, sir.
[Exit Gentleman.]
GLOUCESTER.
You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please.