Edm.
Nor in thine, lord.

Alb.
Half-blooded fellow, yes.

Reg.
[To Edmund.] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.

Alb.
Stay yet; hear reason.--Edmund, I arrest thee
On capital treason; and, in thine arrest,
This gilded serpent [pointing to Goneril.],--For your claim, fair
sister,
I bar it in the interest of my wife;
'Tis she is subcontracted to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your bans.
If you will marry, make your loves to me,--
My lady is bespoke.

Gon.
An interlude!

Alb.
Thou art arm'd, Gloster:--let the trumpet sound:
If none appear to prove upon thy person
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge [throwing down a glove]; I'll prove it on thy
heart,
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less