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well, dear sister; farewell, my Lord of Glou- | Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
Re-enter Servants, with GLOUCESTER.
Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.
Reg. So white, and such a traitor!
Naughty lady, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, Will quicken, and accuse thee: I am your host: With robbers' hands my hospitable favours 42 You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from France?
Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth.
Corn. And what confederacy have you with the traitors
Late footed in the kingdom?
Reg. To whose hands have you sent the His way to Dover. Exit one with GLOUCESTER lunatic king?
And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent the king? Glou.
Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at peril
How is 't, my lord? How look you! Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt. Follow me, lady. Turn out that eyeless villain; throw this slave Upon the dunghill. Regan, I bleed apace: Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN. Second Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do If this man come to good.
If she live long, And in the end meet the old course of death,
Corn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer Women will all turn monsters. that.
Glou. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand
Reg. Wherefore to Dover?
Second Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam
To lead him where he would: his roguish madness
Glou. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Allows itself to any thing.
Third Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax and | Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven
SCENE I.-The Heath.
Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Owes nothing to thy blasts. But who comes here?
Enter GLOUCESTER, led by an old Man. My father, poorly led? World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee
Life would not yield to age.
O my good lord! I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant, These fourscore years.
Glou. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone:
Thy comforts can do me no good at all;
You cannot see your way.
Glou. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;
I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen,
How now! Who's there? Edg. Aside. O gods! Who is 't can say 'I am
at the worst'?
I am worse than e'er I was.
So long as we can say This is the worst.'
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;
How should this be? Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Angering itself and others. Bless thee, master! Glou. Is that the naked fellow? Old Man, Ay, my lord. Glou. Then, prithee, get thee gone. If, for my sake,
Edg. Aside. And yet I must. Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
Glou. Know'st thou the way to Dover?
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and footpath. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits: bless thee, good man's son, from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since possesses chambermaids and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!
Glou. Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched
So distribution should undo excess,
Edg. Ay, master.
Dost thou know
Glou. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head
Looks fearfully in the confined deep;
Poor Tom shall lead thee.
Give me thy arm:
Gon. To EDMUND. Then shall you go no | Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
It is the cowish terror of his spirit
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother;
O vain fool!
Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for
Be-monster not thy feature. Were't my fitness
Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword
This shows you are above,
Gent. Ay, sir; she took them, read them in | With burdocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoomy presence;
And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief,
Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
Let pity not be believed!' There she shook 30
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
What can man's wisdom
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
The British powers are marching hitherward. 21
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
Madam, I had rather
I am sure of that: and at her late being here
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.
Therefore I do advise you, take this note:
Reg. I speak in understanding; you are, I Is done to cure it.
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd, 30
desire her call her wisdom to her :
So, fare you well.
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Gone, sir: farewell a
Osw. Would I could meet him, madam: I Yields to the theft; had he been where he would show
What party I do follow.
By this had thought been past. Alive or dead! Fare thee well. Exeunt. Ho, you sir! friend! Hear you, sir? speak! Thus might he pass indeed; yet he revives. What are you, sir?
SCENE VI.-The Country near Dover. Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR dressed like a
Glou. When shall we come to the top of that same hill?
Edg. You do climb up it now; look how we
Glou. Methinks the ground is even.
Hark! do you hear the sea?
So many fathom down precipitating,
Hast heavy substance, bleed'st not, speak'st.
Ten masts at each make not the altitude
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky
Look up a-height; the shrill-gorg'd lark so far
Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit
Glou, Too well, too well.
This is above all strangeness.
A poor unfortunate beggar. Edg. As I stood here below methought his
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,
Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee.
Enough, enough,' and die. That thing you
I took it for a man; often 'twould say