1 Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural 2 dealing. When I desire their leave that I might 3 pity him, they took from me the use of mine own 4 house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual 5 displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for 6 him, nor any way sustain him.
7 Most savage and unnatural!
8 Go to; say you nothing. There's a division betwixt 9 the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have 10 received a letter this night; 'tis dangerous to be 11 spoken; I have locked the letter in my closet: 12 these injuries the king now bears will be revenged 13 home; there's part of a power already footed: we 14 must incline to the king. I will seek him, and 15 privily relieve him: go you and maintain talk with 16 the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived: 17 if he ask for me. I am ill, and gone to bed. 18 Though I die for it, as no less is threatened me, 19 the king my old master must be relieved. There is 20 some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.
21 This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke 22 Instantly know; and of that letter too: 23 This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me 24 That which my father loses; no less than all: 25 The younger rises when the old doth fall.