And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear
With something rich about me: from that place
I shall no leading need.

Edg.
Give me thy arm:
Poor Tom shall lead thee.

[Exeunt.]



Scene II. Before the Duke of Albany's Palace.

[Enter Goneril and Edmund; Oswald meeting them.]

Gon.
Welcome, my lord: I marvel our mild husband
Not met us on the way.--Now, where's your master?

Osw.
Madam, within; but never man so chang'd.
I told him of the army that was landed;
He smil'd at it: I told him you were coming;
His answer was, 'The worse': Of Gloster's treachery
And of the loyal service of his son
When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot
And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out:--
What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him;
What like, offensive.