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SCENE 1.-Before the DUKE OF ALBANY's Castle.
Enter GONERIL, EDMUND and OSWALD.
ACK, Edmund, to my brother ;
I must change arms at home, and give
the distaff Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pass between us. Wear this; spare speech; Decline your head; this kiss if it durst speak Would stretch thy spirits up into the air !
[Giving a favour. 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! Osw. Madam, here comes my lord.
[Exit. Enter ALBANY. Alb.
O, Goneril You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face.
What have you done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd ? A father, and a gracious agèd man, Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded.
Gon. Milk-liver'd man ! Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering; where's thy
drum ? France spreads his banners in our noiseless land; Whiles thou, a moral fool, sitt'st still, and criest “Alack, why does he so ?” Alb.
See thyself, devil ! Gon. O, vain fool!
Curan. O my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's
Gloster's eyes !
fell'd him dead. This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer; Tis from your sister. Gon. I'll read, and answer.
[Exit. Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his
Curan. Come with my lady, hither.
Curan. No, my good lord; I met him back again.
against him. Alb.
Gloster, I live And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend : Tell me what more thou know'st.
SCENE 2.- Open Country.
Enter GLOSTER, led by an Old Man.
O, my good lord,
Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone.
Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw :
Ah ! dear son Edgar,
How now! Who's there? Edg. [Aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, "I'm
at the worst” ? I'm worse than e'er I was. Old Man.
'Tis poor mad Tom. 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. Edg. (Aside.]
Bless thee, master!
Ay, my lord,
Alack, sir, he is mad. Glo. Do as I bid thee; above the rest, be gone.
Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have, Come on't what will.
Exit. Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow, Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.— [Aside.] I cannot
daub it further. Glo. Come hither, fellow. Edg. (A side.] And yet I must.
Bless thy sweet eyes! Glo. 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. Edg.
Give me thy arm : Poor Tom shall lead thee.
[Exeunt. SCENE 3.-Country near Dover.
Enter GLOSTER, and EDGAR dressed like a peasant.
HEN shall I come to the top of that same
Edg. You do climb up it now : look, how we labour.
Glo. Methinks the ground is even,
No, truly. Edg. Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes' anguish. Glo.
So may it be, indeed : Methinks thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st In better phrase and matter than thou didst. Edg. You're much deceiv'd: in nothing am I
chang'd But in my garments. Glo.
Methinks you're better spoken. Edg. Come on, sir : here's the place :-stand still.
-How fearful. And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles: half Hangs one that gathers samphire,-dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice : the murmuring surge That on th' unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high.-I'll look no more ;