[Giving a favour.[4070]
Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air:
Conceive, and fare thee well.[4071]
Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.
Gon. My most dear Gloucester![4072] 25
[Exit Edmund.[4073]
O, the difference of man and man![4072][4074][4075]
To thee a woman's services are due:[4075][4076]
My fool usurps my body.[4075]
Osw. Madam, here comes my lord. [Exit.
Enter Albany.[4077]
Gon. I have been worth the whistle.[4078]
Alb. O Goneril![4079]
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind[4079][4080] 30
Blows in your face. I fear your disposition:[4081]
That nature which contemns its origin[4081][4082]
Cannot be border'd certain in itself;[4081][4083]
She that herself will sliver and disbranch[4081][4084]
From her material sap, perforce must wither[4081][4085] 35
And come to deadly use.[4081]