[Alarums. They fight. Edmund falls.]

Alb.
Save him, save him!

Gon.
This is mere practice, Gloster:
By the law of arms thou wast not bound to answer
An unknown opposite; thou art not vanquish'd,
But cozen'd and beguil'd.

Alb.
Shut your mouth, dame,
Or with this paper shall I stop it:--Hold, sir;
Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil:--
No tearing, lady; I perceive you know it.

[Gives the letter to Edmund.]

Gon.
Say if I do,--the laws are mine, not thine:
Who can arraign me for't?

Alb.
Most monstrous!
Know'st thou this paper?

Gon.
Ask me not what I know.