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SCENE I

The heath.
Enter EDGAR.

Edg.
Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,

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 GLOUCESTER, led by Old Man.


My father, poorly led? World, world, O world! (11)

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.

Glou.
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. (20)

Glou.
I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;

I stumbled when I saw: full oft 'tis seen,

Our means secure us, and our mere defects

Prove our commodities. O dear son Edgar,

The food of thy abused father's wrath!

Might I but live to see thee in my touch,

I'ld 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 (30)

So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'

Old Man.
Fellow, where goest?

Glou.
Is it a beggar-man?

Old Man.
Madman and beggar too.

Glou.
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.
[Aside]
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,

Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,

I' the way toward Dover, do it for ancient love;

And bring some covering for this naked soul,

Who I'll entreat to lead me.

Old Man.
Alack, sir, he is mad.

Glou.
'Tis the times' plague, when mad-men lead the blind.

Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure; (50)

Above the rest, be gone.

Old Man.
I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,

Come on't what will. [Exit.


Glou.
Sirrah, naked fellow,--

Edg.
Poor Tom's a-cold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.

Glou.
Come hither, fellow.

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
foot-path. 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 moping 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

Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still! (70)

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.

Glou.
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. (81)

Edg.
Give me thy arm:

Poor Tom shall lead thee. [Exeunt.

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