[Dies.]

Corn.
Lest it see more, prevent it.--Out, vile jelly!
Where is thy lustre now?

[Tears out Gloster's other eye and throws it on the ground.]

Glou.
All dark and comfortless.--Where's my son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature
To quit this horrid act.

Reg.
Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.

Glou.
O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd.--
Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!

Reg.
Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover.--How is't, my lord? How look you?

Corn.
I have receiv'd a hurt:--follow me, lady.--