That made the overture of thy treasons to us; Who is too good to pity thee.

Glo. O my follies!

Then Edgar was abused.

Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him smell

His way to Dover.-How is't, my lord? How look you?

Corn. I have received 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-Servants unbind Gloster, and lead him out. 1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man comes to good.

2 Serv. If she live long,

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.

him!

Now heaven help [Exeunt severally.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-The Heath,

Enter EDGAR.

Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con

temn'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,

Laid open.

+ Madman.

ii. e. It is better to be thus contemned and know it, than to be flattered by those who secretly con§ In hope.

temn us.

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; and our mere defects
Prove our commodities.-Ab, 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!

the worst?

I am worse than e'er I was.

Who is't can say, I am at

be yet: the

Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Tom.

Edg. [Aside.] And worse I may be

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 be?

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, pr'ythee, get thee gone :-If, for my sake,

• Changes.

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 time's 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.

Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow.

[Exit.

Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold-I cannot daub it fur

ther.

[Aside. Edg. [Aside.] And yet I must.-Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.

Glo. Come hither, fellow.

Glo. 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 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 pos. sesses chamber-maids and waiting-women. 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.

• Disguise.

+i. e. To make it subject to us, instead of acting in obedience to it.

Edg. 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: I marvel, our mild husband

Not met us on the way:-Now, where's your master?
Stew. Madam, within; but never man so changed:
I told him of the army that was landed;

He smiled 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 sot;
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.

[To Edmund.

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 husband's hands. This trusty servant
Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to
hear,

If you dare venture in your own behalf,
A mistresses command. Wear this; spare speech;
[Giving a Favour.
Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst 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.

O, the difference of man, and man! To thee
A woman's services are due; my fool

Usurps my bed.

Stew. Madam, here comes my lord.

[Exit Steward.

+i. e. Our wishes on the road may be completed.

Enter ALBANY.

Gon. I have been worth the whistle..

Alb. O Goneril!

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face.-I fear your disposition:
That nature, which contemns its origin,
Cannot be border'd certain in itself;

She that herself will sliver+ and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither,
And come to deadly use.

Gon. No more; the text is foolish.

Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filths savour but themselves. What have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? A father, and a gracious aged man,

Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you mad ded.

Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
A man, a prince, by him so benefited?

If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
"Twill come,

Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.

Gon. Milk-liver'd man!

That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st,
Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd
Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy
drum?

France spreads his banners in our noiseless land:
With plumed helm thy slayer begins threats;
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sit'st still, and criest,
Alack! why does he so?

Alb. See thyself, devil!

Proper deformity seems not in the fiend

So horrid, as in woman.

Gon. O vain fool!

Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame,

Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood ‡,

They are apt enough to dislocate and tear

Worth calling for.
Inclination.

+Tear off.