King Lear (Quarto 2, 1619)
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Enter Edgar.
¶And by the happy hollow of a Tree,
¶Escapt the hunt, no Port is free, no place
¶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,
¶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.