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And, in the end, meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.
1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the

Bedlam
To lead him where he would; his roguish madness
Allows itself to any thing.

2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites

of eggs,

To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!

[Exeunt severally.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The Heath.

Enter EDGAR.

Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemnd, Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst, The lowest, and most dejected thing of fortune, Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear: The lamentable change is from the best; The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then, Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace ! The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst, Owes nothing to thy blasts.—But who comes here?

Enter Gloster, 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.

Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your

father's tenant, these fourscore years. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone: Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt.

Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.

Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw : Full oft ’tis seen, Our mean secures us 7); and our mere defects Prove our commodities.—Ah, dear son Edgar,

The food of thy abused father's wrath !
Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
I'd say, I had eyes again!
Old Man.

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. Old Man.

'Tis poor mad Tom. Edg. [aside.] And worse I may be yet: The worst

is not,
So long as we can say, This is the worst.

Old Man. Fellow, where goest?
Glo.

Is it a beggar-man? Old Man. Madman and beggar too.

Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg.
I'the last night's storm I such a fellow saw ;
Which made me think a man a worm : My son
Came then into my mind; and yet my mind
Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard more

since:
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;
They kill us for their sport.
Edg.

How should this bei Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow, Ang’ring itself and others. [Aside.]-Bless thee,

master! Glo. Is that the naked fellow? Old Man.

Ay, my lord. Glo. Then, prythee, get thee gone: If, for my

sake,

Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
I'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love;
And bring some covering for this naked soul,
Whom I'll entreat to lead me.
Old Man.

Alack, sir, he's mad.
Glo. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the

blind: Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure ; Above the rest, be gone.

Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parrel that I have, Come on't what will.

[Exit. Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. I cannot daub it further72.

[Aside.
Glo. Come hither, fellow.
Edg. [Aside.] And yet I must.-Bless thy sweet

eyes, they bleed.
Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover?

Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot-path. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits : Bless the good man 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; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since possesses chamber-maids and waiting-women 73. So, bless thee, master!] Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the heaven's

plagues Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched, Makes thee the happier:–Heavens, deal so still!

Let the superfluous, and lust-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough.–Dost thou know

Dover?
Edg. Ay, master.

Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully in the confined deep: Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear, With something rich about me: from that place I shall no leading need. Edy.

Give me thy arm; Poor Tom shall lead thee.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Before the Duke of Albany's Palace.

Enter GONERIL and EDMUND; Steward meeting

them.

Gon. Welcome, my lord: 74 I marvel, our mild

husband Not met us on the way :-Now, where's

your master ? Stew. Madam, within; but never man so chang'd: I told him of the

army

that was landed; He smil'd at it: I told him, you were coming; His answer was, The worse: of Gloster's treachery,

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