EDGAR.
The night gone by.
EDMUND.
Spake you with him?
EDGAR.
Ay, two hours together.
EDMUND.
Parted you in good terms? Found you no displeasure in him, by word nor countenance?
EDGAR.
None at all.
EDMUND.
Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him: and at my entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath qualified the heat of his displeasure; which at this instant so rageth in him that with the mischief of your person it would scarcely allay.
EDGAR.
Some villain hath done me wrong.
EDMUND.
That’s my fear. I pray you have a continent forbearance till the speed of his rage goes slower; and, as I say, retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak: pray ye, go; there’s my key. If you do stir abroad, go armed.
EDGAR.
Armed, brother?
EDMUND.
Brother, I advise you to the best; I am no honest man if there be any good meaning toward you: I have told you what I have seen and heard. But faintly; nothing like the image and horror of it: pray you, away!