Past speaking of in a king!--Thou hast one daughter
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg.
Hail, gentle sir.

Gent.
Sir, speed you. What's your will?

Edg.
Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward?

Gent.
Most sure and vulgar: every one hears that
Which can distinguish sound.

Edg.
But, by your favour,
How near's the other army?

Gent.
Near and on speedy foot; the main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg.
I thank you sir: that's all.

Gent.
Though that the queen on special cause is here,