Scene

Enter Camber and Madan.

Camber

Madan

CAMBER.

CAMBER.

Hath no man seen thee?

MADAN.

MADAN.

Had he seen, and spoken, His head should lose its tongue. I am far away In Cornwall.

CAMBER.

CAMBER.

Where the front of war is broken By the onset of thy force—the rebel fray Shattered. Had no man—canst thou surely say?— Knowledge betimes, to give us knowledge here— Us babblers, tongues made quick with fraud and fear— That thou wast bound from Cornwall hither?

MADAN.

MADAN.

None, I think, who knowing of steel and fire and cord That they can smite and burn and strangle one Would loose without leave of his parting lord The tongue that else were sharper than a sword To cut the throat it sprang from.

CAMBER.

CAMBER.

Nephew mine, I have ever loved thee—not thy sire Locrine More—and for very and only love of thee Have I desired, or ever even thy mother Beheld thee, here to know of thee and me Which loves her best—her and thy sire my brother.

MADAN.

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