1    Alack, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural
2    dealing. When I desire their leave that I might
3    pity him, they took from me the use of mine own
4    house; charged me, on pain of their perpetual
5    displeasure, neither to speak of him, entreat for
6    him, nor any way sustain him.

7    Most savage and unnatural!

8    Go to; say you nothing. There's a division betwixt
9    the dukes; and a worse matter than that: I have
10   received a letter this night; 'tis dangerous to be
11   spoken; I have locked the letter in my closet:
12   these injuries the king now bears will be revenged
13   home; there's part of a power already footed: we
14   must incline to the king. I will seek him, and
15   privily relieve him: go you and maintain talk with
16   the duke, that my charity be not of him perceived:
17   if he ask for me. I am ill, and gone to bed.
18   Though I die for it, as no less is threatened me,
19   the king my old master must be relieved. There is
20   some strange thing toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.

21   This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the duke
22   Instantly know; and of that letter too:
23   This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me
24   That which my father loses; no less than all:
25   The younger rises when the old doth fall.