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Re-enter Servants, with GLOSTER. Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. Corn. Bind fast his corky arms. Glo. What mean your graces ?--Good my
friends, consider You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends. Corn. Bind him, I say.
[Servants bind him. Reg.
Hard, hard :-O filthy traitor. Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. Corn. To this chair bind him :- Villain, thou
shalt find [REGAN plucks his Beard. Glo. By the kind gods,'tis most ignobly done, To pluck me by the beard. Reg. So white, and such a traitor! Glo.
Naughty lady, These hairs, which thou dost ravish from my
chin, Will quicken and accuse thee: I am your host; With robbers' bands, my hospitable favours You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late
from France ? Reg. Be simple answerd, for we know the
truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with
the traitors Late footed in the kingdom? Reg. To whose hands have you sent the luna
tick king? Speak.
Glo. I have a letter guessingly set down, Which came from one tbat's of a neutral heart, And not from one oppos'd. Corn.
And false. Corn. Where hast thou sent tbe king?
To Dover. Reg.
Wherefore To Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at thy perilCorn. Wherefore to Dover? Let him first an.
swer that. Glo. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand
the course. Reg. Wherefore to Dover? Glo. Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
the chair: Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
[GLOSTER is held down in his Chair, while
CORNWALL plucks out one of his Eyes, and
sets his Foot on it. Glo. He, that will think to live till be be old, Give me some help :-0.cruel! O ye gods! Reg. One side will mock another; the other
too. Corn. If you see vengeance, Serv.
Hold your hand, my lord: I have serv'd you ever since I was a child ; But better service bave I never done you, Than now to bid you hold.
Reg. How now, you dog?
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel; What do you mean?
Corn. My villain ! [Draws, and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance
[Draws. They fight. CORN. is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword. To another Serv.] A peasant stand up thus! [Snatches a Sword, comes behind him, and
stabs him. Serv. 0, I am slain !-My lord, you have one To see some mischief on him:0! [Dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it :-Out, vile
jelly ! Where is thy lustre now? [Tears out GLOSTER's other eye, and throws
it on the ground.
Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my
Out, treacherous villain !
O my follies ! Then Edgar was abus'd.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?
[lady.Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt :-Follow me, Turn out that eyeless villain ;-throw this slave Upon the dunghill.-Regan, 1 bleed apace : Untimely comes this hurt: Give me your arm. [Erit CORNWALL, led by REGAN ;-Servants
unbind GLOSTER, and lead him out. 1 Sero. 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. 1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam
[ness To lead him where he would; his roguish madAllows itself to any thing. 2 Serv. Go thou; l'Il fetch some flax, and
wbites of egys, To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!
temn'd, Than still contemu'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 langhter. Welcome then,
Enter GLOSTER, led by an old Man. My father, poorly led ?-World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us trate
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.-Ah, 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! Who is't can say, I am
at the worst? I am worse than e'er I was. Old Man.
'Tis poor mad Tom. Edg. [Aside.) And worse I may be yet; The
worst is not,
Old Man. Fellow, where goest?
Is it a beggar man?
more since: As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.
How should this be?-
Ay, my lord.
Alack, sir, he's mad.
lead the blind.
[have, Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I Come on't what will.
[Exit. Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.- I cannot daub it further.
sweet eyes, they bleed.
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot-