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Gloft. To Douer.
Reg. Wherefore to Douer ? wast thou not charg'd at perill -
Corn. Wherefore to Douer ? let him first answer that.
Glost. I am tide tot’h stake, and I must stand the course.
Reg. Wherefore to Douer sir?

Gloft. Because I would not see thy cruell nayles
Plucke out his poore olde eyes, nor thy fierce sister
In his aurynted Aesh rash borish phangs,
The sea with such a storme of his lou'd head
In hell blacke night endur'd, would haue laid vp
And quencht the steeled fires, yet poore old heart,
He holpt the heauens to rage,
If wolues had at thy gate heard that dearne time,
Thou shouldlt haue faid, good porter turn the key,
All cruels else subscribd, but I shall fee
The winged vengeance ouertake such children.

Corn. See't shalt thou neuer, fellowes hold the chaire,
Vpon those eies of thine, Ile set my foote.

Gloft. He that will thinke to liue till he be old-
Giue me some helpe, ô cruell, ô ye gods !

Reg. One side will mocke another, tother to.
Corn. If you see vengeance-

Seruant. Hold your hand my lord,
I haue seru'd you euer since I was a childe,

(hold. But better seruice haue I neuer done you, then now to bid you

Reg. How now you dog.

Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin, ide shake it on this quarrell, what do you meane? Corn. My villainc.

Draw and fight. Ser. Why then come on, and take the chance of anger. Reg. Giue me thy sword, a pesant stand vp thus.

. She takes a sword, and runs at him behinde.


Seruant. Oh I am Naine my lord, yet haue you one eye left to see some mischiefe on him, oh !

He dies. Corn. Least it fee more, preuent it, out vilde ielly, Where is thy luster now?

Gloft. All darke and comfortles, wheres my fonne Edmund? Edmund vnbridle all the sparkes of nature, to quit this horrid acte.

Reg. Out villaine, thou calst on him that hates thee, it was hee that made the ouerture of thy treasons to vs, who is too good to pitty thee.

Gloft. O my follies, then Edgar was abused, Kinde gods forgiue me that, and prosper him.

Reg. Goe thrust him out at gates, and let him smell his way to Douer, how ist my lord ? how looke you?

Corn. I have receiued a hurt, follow me lady,
Turne out that eyelesle villaine, throw this Naue vpon
The dunghill, Regan I bleed a pace, vntimely
Comes this hurt, giue me your arme,

Seruant. Ile neuer care what wickednesse I do,
If this man come to good.

2 Seruant. If she liue long, and in the end meet the old course of death, women will all turne monsters.

i Ser. Let's follow the old earle, and get the bedlam To lead him where he would, his rogish madnesse Allowes it selfe to any thing.

2 Ser. Goe thou, ile fetch some flaxe and whites of egges to apply to his bleeding face, now heauen helpe him. Exit.

Enter Edgar.
Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn’d,
Then still contemn'd and flattered to be worst,
The lowest and most deiected thing of fortune
Stands still in experience, liues not in feare,

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The lamentable change is from the best,
The worst returnes to laughter,
Who's here, my father poorely led, world, world, Ô world!
But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee,
Life would not yeeld to age.

Enter Gloster led by an olde man. Old man. O my good lord, I haue bene your tenant, and your fathers tenant this fourescore

Gloft. Away, get thee away, good friend be gone,
Thy comforts can do ine no good at all,
Thee they may hurt.

Old man. Alacke fir, you cannot see your way.

Gloft. I haue no way, and therefore want no cies,
I stumbled when I saw, full oft tis feene
Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects
Prooue our commodities; ah deare sonne Edgar,
The food of thy abused fathers wrath,
Might I but liue to see thee in my tuch,
Ide say I had eyes againe.

Old man. How now, who's there :

Edg. O gods, who ist can say I am at the worst,
I am worse then ere I was.


mad Tom.
Edg. And worse I may be yet, the worst is not,
As long as we can say, this is the worst.

Old man. Fellow where goest?
Gloft. Is it a begger man?
Old man. Mad man and begger too.

Gloft. He has some reason, elle he could not beg,
In the last nights storme I such a fellow saw,
Which made me thinke a man a worme, my sonne
Came then into my minde, and yet my minde


man. Tis

Was then scarse friends with him, I haue heard more since,
As Alyes are to’th wanton boyes, are we to’th gods,
They bit vs for their sport.

Edg. How should this be? bad is the trade that must play the foole to forrow, angring it felfe and others; blesse thee master.

Gloft. Is that the naked fellow?
Old man. I my lord.

Glost. Then prethee get thee gone, if for my fake
Thou wilt ore-take vs here a mile or twaine
Ith' way to Douer, do it for ancient loue,
And bring some couering for this naked soule,
Who ile entreate to lead me.

Old man. Alacke sir he is mad.

Gloft. Tis the times plague, when madmen leade the blinde, Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure, Aboue the rest, be gone.

Old man. Ile bring him the best parrell that I haue,
Come on't what will.

Glo. Sirra, naked fellow.
Edg. Poore Toms a colde, I cannot dance it farther.
Glo. Come hither fellow.
Edg. Blesse thy sweete eyes, they bleed.
Glo. Knowst thou the way to Douer ?

Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot.path,
Poore Tom hath beene scard out of his good wits,
Blesse the good man from the foule fiend,
Fiue fiends haue beene in poore Tom at once,
Of luft, as Obidicut, Hobbididence prince of dumbnesle,
Mahu of stealing, Modo of murder, Stiberdigebit of mobing,
And Mohing who since pofTefles chambermaids
And waiting women, fo, blesse thee master.


Glo. Here take this purse, thou whom the heauens plagues Haue humbled to all strokes, that I am wretched, makes thee The happier, heavens deale so still, Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man That stands your ordinance, that will not see Because he doth not feele, feele your power quickly, So distribution should vnder exceffe, And each man haue enough : dost thou know Douer ?

Edg. I master.

Glo. There is a cliffe, whose high and bending head
Lookes firmely in the confined deepe,
Bring me but to the very brim of it,
And ile repaire the misery thou doft beare,
With something rich about me,
From that place shall I no leading need.

Edg. Giue me thy arme, poore Tom shall lead thee.

Enter Gonorill and Bastard.
Gon. Welcome my lord, I maruaile our milde husband
Not met vs on the way: now,



master ?

Enter Steward.

Stew. Madame within, but neuer man so chang'd ; I tolde him of the army that was landed, he smiled at it, I told him you were coming, his answer was, the worse ; of Glosters treachery, and of the loyall feruice of his sonne, when I en. formd him, then he cald me sot, and told me I had turad the wrong side out, what hee should most defire, seemes pleafant to him, what like offensive.

Gon. Then shall you go no further.
It is the cowish curre of his spirit
That dares not vndertake, heel not feele wrongs
Which tye him to an answer, our wishes on the way


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