[Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him.]
FIRST SERVANT.
O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left
To see some mischief on him. O!
[Dies.]
CORNWALL.
Lest it see more, prevent it. Out, vile jelly!
Where is thy lustre now?
[Tears out Gloucester’s other eye and throws it on the ground.]
GLOUCESTER.
All dark and comfortless. Where’s my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
To quit this horrid act.
REGAN.
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call’st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.
GLOUCESTER.
O my follies! Then Edgar was abus’d.
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!
REGAN.
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover. How is’t, my lord? How look you?
CORNWALL.
I have receiv’d a hurt: follow me, lady.
Turn out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave
Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace:
Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm.