Reg.
Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloster's eyes being out,
To let him live: where he arrives he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to despatch
His nighted life; moreover, to descry
The strength o' the enemy.

Osw.
I must needs after him, madam, with my letter.

Reg.
Our troops set forth to-morrow: stay with us;
The ways are dangerous.

Osw.
I may not, madam:
My lady charg'd my duty in this business.

Reg.
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something,--I know not what:--I'll love thee much--
Let me unseal the letter.

Osw.
Madam, I had rather,--

Reg.