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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Pervez Rizvi
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King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)


Enter Edgar.
Edgar, I heare my selfe proclaim'd,
And by the happy hollow of a Tree,
Escapt the hunt, no Port is free, no place
1255That guard, and most vnusall vigilence
Dost not attend my taking while I may scape,
I will preserue my selfe, and am bethought
To take the basest and most poorest shape,
That euer penury in contempt of man,
1260Brought neere to beast; my face ile grime with filth,
Blanket my loines, else all my haire with knots,
And with presented nakednes out-face
The winde, and persecution of the skie,
The Country giues me proofe and president
1265Of Bedlam beggers, who with roring voices,
Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare Armes,
Pins, wooden prickes, nailes, sprigs of rosemary,
And with this horrible obiect from low seruice,
Poore pelting villages, sheep-coates, and milles,
1270Sometime with lunaticke bans, sometime with praiers
Enforce their charity, poore Turlygod, poore Tom,
That's something yet, Edgar I nothing am.
Exit.