[…] Edmund, I arrest thee
On capital treason; and, in thine attaint,
This gilded serpent [Pointing to Goneril]
For your claim, fair sister,
I bar it in the interest of my wife:
'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your bans.
If you will marry, make your loves to me,
My lady is bespoke. (5.3.5)
We are not the first
Who with best meaning have incurred the worst. (5.3.1)
This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent?
Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius?
He's a good fellow, I can tell you that;
He'll strike, and quickly too: he's dead and rotten.
No, my good lord; I am the very man,--
I'll see that straight.
That, from your first of difference and decay,
Have follow'd your sad steps.
You are welcome hither.
Nor no man else: all's cheerless, dark, and deadly.
Your eldest daughters have fordone them selves,
And desperately are dead.
Ay, so I think.
He knows not what he says: and vain it is
That we present us to him. (5.3.6)