[Exit.]

Alb.
Go after her: she's desperate; govern her.

[To an Officer, who goes out.]

Edm.
What, you have charg'd me with, that have I done;
And more, much more; the time will bring it out:
'Tis past, and so am I.--But what art thou
That hast this fortune on me? If thou'rt noble,
I do forgive thee.

Edg.
Let's exchange charity.
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund;
If more, the more thou hast wrong'd me.
My name is Edgar, and thy father's son.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us:
The dark and vicious place where thee he got
Cost him his eyes.

Edm.
Thou hast spoken right; 'tis true;
The wheel is come full circle; I am here.

Alb.