B Goneril. ACK, 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. Wear this; spare speech; 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. [Giving a favour. [Exit EDMUND. [Exit. O, Goneril O, the difference of man and man! Alb. Enter ALBANY. You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. Gon. No more. What have you Alb. done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. 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. Gon. O, vain fool! See thyself, devil! [Exit. Enter CURAN. Curan. O my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead; Slain by his servant, going to put out The eyes of Gloster. Alb. Gloster's eyes! Curan. A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword To his great master: who, thereat enrag'd, Flew on him, and amongst them 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 eyes? Curan. Come with my lady, hither. Alb. He is not here? Curan. No, my good lord; I met him back again. Alb. Knows he the wickedness? Curan. Ay, my good lord; 'twas he inform'd against him. And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend: Tell me what more thou know'st. [Exeunt. SCENE 2.-Open Country. Enter EDGAR. Edgar. ET better thus, and known to be contemn'd, worst, The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune, 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 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've been your tenant, and your father's tenant, These fourscore years. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone. Old Man. Alack sir, you cannot see your way. Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw : Ah! dear son Edgar, Might I but live to see thee in my touch, I'd say I had eyes again! Is it a beggar-man? Old 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.] Glo. Is that the naked fellow? Old Man. Bless thee, master! Ay, my lord. Glo. Then, prithee, get thee gone; And bring some covering for this naked soul, Old Man. 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. Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow,— | Exit. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.- [Aside.] I cannot daub it further. Glo. Come hither, fellow. Edg. [Aside.] And yet I must. sweet eyes! Glo. Dost thou know Dover? Edg. Ay, master. Bless thy 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 : [Exeunt. Poor Tom shall lead thee. SCENE 3.-Country near Dover. Enter GLOSTER, and EDGAR dressed like a peasant. Gloster. HEN shall I come to the top of that same hill? Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we labour. Glo. Methinks the ground is even, Edg. Hark, do you hear the sea? Glo. Horrible steep. 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 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 |