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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
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd
And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old

He holp the heavens to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howld that stern time,
Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key;
All cruel's else subscrib’d:-But I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
Corn. See it shalt thou never :-Fellows, hold

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

of anger.

[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.

eye left

Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my

son Edmund?
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature,
To quit this horrid act.

Out, treacherous villain !
Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.

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!

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE I. The Heath.

Enter EDGAR.
Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con.

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,
Thou unsubstantial air, that I embrace !
The wretch, that thou hast blown unto the worst,
Owes nothing to thy blasts.-But who comes


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,
So long as we can say, This is the worst.

Old Man. Fellow, where goest?

Is it a beggar man?
Old Man, Madman and beggar too.
Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg,
l'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.

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How should this be?-
Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow,
Angʻring itself and others. [Aside.)-Bless thee,

Glo. Is that the naked fellow !
Old Man.

Ay, my lord.
Glo. Then, 'prytbee, get thee gone: if, for

my sake
Thon 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 l'il 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.

[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.

Glo. Come hither, fellow.
Edg. [Aside.) And yet I must.–Bless thy

sweet eyes, they bleed.
Glo. Know'st thon the way to Dover?

Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and foot-
path. 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 mur-
der; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing;
whó since possesses chambermaids and wait-
ingwomen. 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 lost-dieted man,
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power

So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough.-Dost thou know


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