My villain! (Draws, and runs at him.)
SERVANT.
Nay, then come down, and take the chance of anger.
(Draws; they fight; Cornwall is wounded.)
REGAN.
Give me thy sword. (To another servant.)
A peasant stand up thus!
(Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him.)
SERVANT.
O, I am slain! My lord! you have one eye left
To see some mischief in him:—O! (Dies.)
CORNWALL.