Lear. Stay there vntill I come,
O thou vilde king, giue me my father:
Speake, say, where's my father?
King Dead.
Lear. Who hath murdred him? speake, i'le not 50
Be juggled with, for he is murdred.
Queene True, but not by him.
Lear. By whome, by heau'n I'le be resolued.
King Let him goe Gertred, away, I feare him not,
There's such diuinitie doth wall a king, 55
That treason dares not looke on.
Let him goe Gertred, that your father is murdred,
T'is true, and we most sory for it,
Being the chiefest piller of our state:
Therefore will you like a most desperate gamster, 60
Swoop-stake-like, draw at friend, and foe, and all?
Lear. To his good friends thus wide I'le ope mine arms,
And locke them in my hart, but to his foes,
I will no reconcilement but by bloud.
King Why now you speake like a most louing sonne: 65
And that in soule we sorrow for for his death,
Your selfe ere long shall be a witnesse,
Meane while be patient, and content your selfe.
Enter Ofelia as before.