Gent. Most sure and vulgar: every one hears that,[4395][4396] 210
Which can distinguish sound.[4395][4397]
Edg. But, by your favour,[4398]
How near's the other army?[4398][4399]
Gent. Near and on speedy foot; the main descry[4400]
Stands on the hourly thought.
Edg. I thank you, sir: that's all.[4401]
Gent. Though that the queen on special cause is here, 215
Her army is moved on.
Edg. I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent.[4402]
Glou. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;[4403]
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!
Edg. Well pray you, father.[4404]
Glou. Now, good sir, what are you? 220
Edg. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows;[4405]
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,[4406]
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to some biding.