ALBANY.
Our very loving sister, well be-met.
Sir, this I heard: the King is come to his daughter,
With others whom the rigour of our state
Forc’d to cry out. Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant. For this business,
It toucheth us as France invades our land,
Not bolds the King, with others whom I fear
Most just and heavy causes make oppose.
EDMUND.
Sir, you speak nobly.
REGAN.
Why is this reason’d?
GONERIL.
Combine together ’gainst the enemy;
For these domestic and particular broils
Are not the question here.
ALBANY.
Let’s, then, determine with the ancient of war
On our proceeding.
EDMUND.
I shall attend you presently at your tent.
REGAN.
Sister, you’ll go with us?
GONERIL.
No.
REGAN.
’Tis most convenient; pray you, go with us.
GONERIL.
[Aside.] O, ho, I know the riddle. I will go.