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Who is too good to pity thee.
Glo. O my follies !
Reg. Go thrust him out
Exit with Glo'fter. 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 flave Upon the dung-bill.-Regan, I bleed apace. Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.
[Exit Corn. led by Regan. i Serv. I'll never care what Wickedness I do, If this Man come to Good.
2 Serv. If She live long, And, in the End, meet the old course of Death, Women will all turn Monsters. i Seru. 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 fome Flax and whites
of Eggs T' apply to's bleeding Face. Now, heav'n help him!
A C T IV. SC EN E I.
An open Country.
Than ftill contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst,
The worst returns to laughter. Welcome then,
Enter Glo'ster, led by an old man.
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. You cannot see your way.
Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes: I Aumbled when I saw. Full oft'tis seen, Our mean secures us ; and our mere defeds Prove our commodities.--dear fon 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. O Gods! who is't can say, I'm at the worst? I'm worfe, than e'er I was.
Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Tom.
Edg. 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. He has some reason, else he could not beg,
As flies 10 wanton boys, are we to th' Gods ;
Edg. How should this be ?
Glo. Is that the naked fellow ?
Glo. Get thee away: if, for my fake,
tow'rd Dover, do it for ancient love; And bring some Covering for this naked soul, Whom I'll intreat to lead me.
Old Man. Alack, Sir, he is mad.
Old Man. I'll bring him the best parrel that I have,
Edg. And yet I must;
Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dever ?
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path: poor
Tom hath been scar'd out of his good wits. Bless
Let the superfluous, and luft dieted man,
Edg. Ay, master.
Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully on 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.
Edg. Give me thy arm; Poor Tom shall lead thee.
S CE NE II:
Enter Gonerill, and Edmund.
husband Not met us on the way.
Enter Steward. Now, where's your Master ?
Stew. Madam, within; but never man so changd: I told him of the
that was landed : He smil'd at it. I told him, you were coming, His answer was, the worse. Of Gloster's treachery, And of the loyal service of his son, When I inform'd him, then he call'd me fot; And told me, I had turn'd the wrong
side out. What most he should dislike, seems pleasant to him ; What like, offensive.
Gon. Then shall you go no further. It is the cowish terror of his spirit, That dares not undertake : he'll not feel wrongs,
Which tie him to an answer; our wishes on the way May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother
; Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers. I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Into my hulband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pass between us: you ere long shall bear, If you dare venture in your own behalf, A mistress's command. Wear this ; spare speech ; Decline your head. This kiss, if it durft speak, Would stretch thy spirits up into the air: Conceive, and fare thee well.
Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.
Gon. My most dear Gloster! [Exit Edmund.
Alb. Oh, Gonerill,
Gon. No more; 'tis foolish.
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths favour but themselves
What have you done ; Tygers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? A father, and a gracious aged man, Most barb'rous, molt degenerate, have you madded. Cou'd my good brother suffer you to do it, A man, a Prince by him so benefited ? If that the heav'ns do not their vilble Spirits