GONERIL.
[Aside.] If not, I’ll ne’er trust medicine.
EDMUND.
There’s my exchange. [Throwing down a glove.]
What in the world he is
That names me traitor, villain-like he lies.
Call by thy trumpet: he that dares approach,
On him, on you, who not? I will maintain
My truth and honour firmly.
ALBANY.
A herald, ho!
Enter a Herald.
Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers,
All levied in my name, have in my name
Took their discharge.
REGAN.
My sickness grows upon me.
ALBANY.
She is not well. Convey her to my tent.
[Exit Regan, led.]
Come hither, herald. Let the trumpet sound
And read out this.
OFFICER.
Sound, trumpet!