Enter Gloucester, brought in by two or three.[3924]
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
Corn. Bind fast his corky arms.
Glou. What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider[3925][3926]
You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.[3925] 30
Corn. Bind him, I say. [Servants bind him.[3927]
Reg. Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!
Glou. Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none.[3928]
Corn. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou shalt find—
[Regan plucks his beard.[3929]
Glou. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done[3930]
To pluck me by the beard.[3930] 35