King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
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Enter Edgar.
¶And by the happie hollow of a tree
¶Escapt the hunt, no Port is free, no place
¶That euer penury in contempt of man,
1260Brought neare to beast, my face ile grime with filth,
¶Blanket my loynes, else all my haire with knots,
¶And with presented nakednes outface,
¶The Countrie giues me proofe and president
1265Of Bedlam beggers, who with roring voyces,
¶Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare armes,
¶And with this horrible obiect from low seruice,
¶Poore pelting villages, sheep-coates, and milles,
1270Sometime with lunaticke bans, sometime with prayers
¶Enforce their charitie, poore Turlygod, poore Tom,
¶That's something yet, Edgar I nothing am.
Exit
