EDMUND

Persuade me to the murder of your lordship;

But that I told him, the revenging gods

‘Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend;

Spoke, with how manifold and strong a bond

The child was bound to the father; sir, in fine,

Seeing how loathly opposite I stood

To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion,

With his prepared sword, he charges home

My unprovided body, lanced mine arm:

But when he saw my best alarum’d spirits,

Bold in the quarrel’s right, roused to the encounter,

Or whether gasted by the noise I made,

Full suddenly he fled.