Enter Gloucester and Servants.
REGAN.
Ingrateful fox! ’tis he.
CORNWALL.
Bind fast his corky arms.
GLOUCESTER.
What mean your graces?
Good my friends, consider you are my guests.
Do me no foul play, friends.
CORNWALL.
Bind him, I say.
[Servants bind him.]
REGAN.
Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
GLOUCESTER.
Unmerciful lady as you are, I’m none.
CORNWALL.
To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find—
[Regan plucks his beard.]