* After pretending to be a possessed homeless man for most of the play, Edgar cures his father Gloucester of being DrivenToSuicide by tricking him into thinking that he's jumped off a cliff, and then goes on to win a swordfight against the MagnificentBastard (literally) Edmund. And all is right in the land! [[BittersweetEnding Kinda]].
** Edgar's speech to Edmund before they duel:
-->'''Edgar:''' Draw thy sword, That if my speech offend a noble heart Thy arm may do thee justice. (draws his sword) Here is mine. Behold: it is the privilege of mine honors, My oath, and my profession. I protest— Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune, Thy valor and thy heart—thou art a traitor, False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father, Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince, And from th' extremest upward of thy head To the descent and dust below thy foot A most toad-spotted traitor. Say thou “No,” This sword, this arm, and my best spirits are bent To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, Thou liest.
* The scene with the First Servant. A nameless servant of Cornwall watches his master [[EyeScream gouge out Gloucester's eyes]], and draws his sword, shouting:
-->Hold your hand, my lord!\\
I have served you ever since I was a child,\\
But better service have I never done you\\
Than now to bid you hold.
** He then ''duels his master and fatally wounds him'', dying only when Regan stabs him in the back. This was a [[BadassBystander completely nondescript background character]], defeating and killing one of the villains for no reason other than a sense of right and wrong that most of the play's named characters lack.
* Kent's absolute ''evisceration'' of Oswald in 2.2.
-->'''Oswald:''' What dost thou know me for?\\
'''Kent:''' A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.\\
'''Oswald:''' Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!\\
'''Kent:''' What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days ago since I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon shines; I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you: draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw.
** And let's not forget slightly later:
-->'''Kent:''' Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. Spare my gray beard, you wagtail?
* Edmund's soliloquy in Act 1, Scene 2:
--> Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base? Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take More composition and fierce quality Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops, Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well, then, Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land: Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund As to the legitimate: fine word,--legitimate! Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed, And my invention thrive, Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper: Now, gods, stand up for bastards!