2107You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?

2108Corn. Come Sir.

2109What Letters had you late from France?

2110Reg. Be simple answer'd, for we know the truth.

2111Corn. And what confederacie haue you with the Trai-

2112tors, late footed in the Kingdome?

2113Reg. To whose hands

2114You haue sent the Lunaticke King: Speake.

2115Glou. I haue a Letter guessingly set downe

2116Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart,

2117And not from one oppos'd.

2118Corn. Cunning.

2119Reg. And false.

2120Corn. Where hast thou sent the King?

2121Glou. To Douer.

2122Reg. Wherefore to Douer?

2123Was't thou not charg'd at perill.

2124Corn. Wherefore to Douer? Let him answer that.

2125Glou. I am tyed to'th'Stake,

2126And I must stand the Course.

2127Reg. Wherefore to Douer?

2128Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes

2129Plucke out his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Sister,

2130In his Annointed flesh, sticke boarish phangs.

2131The Sea, with such a storme as his bare head,

2132In Hell-blacke-night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp

2133And quench'd the Stelled fires:

2134Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine.

2135If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time,

2136Thou should'st haue said, good Porter turne the Key:

2137All Cruels else subscribe: but I shall see

2138The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children.

2139Corn. See't shalt thou neuer. Fellowes hold y^e Chaire,

2140Vpon these eyes of thine, Ile set my foote.

2141Glou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old,

2142Giue me some helpe. ---- O cruell! O you Gods.

2143Reg. One side will mocke another: Th'other too.

2144Corn. If you see vengeance.

2145Seru. Hold your hand, my Lord:

2146I haue seru'd you euer since I was a Childe:

2147But better seruice haue I neuer done you,

2148Then now to bid you hold.

2149Reg. How now, you dogge?

2150Ser. If you did weare a beard vpon your chin,

2151I'ld shake it on this quarrell. What do you meane?

2152Corn. My Villaine?

2153Seru. Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger.

2154Reg. Giue me thy Sword. A pezant stand vp thus?

2156Ser. Oh I am slaine: my Lord,you haue one eye left

2157To see some mischefe on him. Oh.

2158Corn. Lest it see more, preuent it; Out vilde gelly:

2159Where is thy luster now?

2160Glou. All datke and comfortlesse?

2161Where's my Sonne Edmund?

2162Edmund, enkindle all the sparkes of Nature

2163To quit this horrid acte.

2164Reg. Out treacherous Villaine,

2165Thou call'st on him, that hates thee. It was he

2166That made the ouerture of thy Treasons to vs:

2167Who is too good to pitty thee.

2168Glou. O my Follies! then Edgar was abus'd,

2169Kinde Gods, forgiue me that,and prosper him.

2170Reg. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell

2171His way to Douer. Exit with Glouster.

2172How is't my Lord? How looke you?

2173Corn. I haue receiu'd a hurt: Follow me Lady;

2174Turne out that eyelesse Villaine: throw this Slaue

2175Vpon the Dunghill: Regan, I bleed apace,

2176Vntimely comes this hurt. Giue me your arme. Exeunt,

2179Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd,

2180Then still contemn'd and flatter'd, to be worst:

2181The lowest, and most deiected thing of Fortune,

2182Stands still in esperance, liues not in feare:

2183The lamentable change is from the best,

2184The worst returnes to laughter. Welcome then,

2185Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace:

2186The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst,

2187Owes nothing to thy blasts.

2189But who comes heere? My Father poorely led?

2190World, World, O world!

2191But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee,

2192Life would not yeelde to age.

2193Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant,

2194And your Fathers Tenant, these fourescore yeares.

2195Glou. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,

2196Thy comforts can do me no good at all,

2197Thee, they may hurt.

2198Oldm. You cannot see your way.

2199Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes:

2200I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seene,

2201Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects

2202Proue our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Edgar,

2203The food of thy abused Fathers wrath:

2204Might I but liue to see thee in my touch,

2205I'ld say I had eyes againe.

2206Oldm. How now? who's there?

2207Edg. O Gods! Who is't can say I am at the worst?

2208I am worse then ere I was.

2209Old. 'Tis poore mad Tom.

2210Edg. And worse I may be yet: the worst is not,

2211So long as we can say this is the worst.

2212Oldm. Fellow, where goest?

2213Glou. Is it a Beggar-man?

2214Oldm. Madman, and beggar too.

2215Glou. He has some reason, else he could not beg.

2216I'th'last nights storme, I such a fellow saw;

2217Which made me thinke a Man, a Worme. My Sonne

2218Came then into my minde, and yet my minde

2219Was then scarse Friends with him.

2220I haue heard more since:

2221As Flies to wanton Boyes, are we to th'Gods,

2222They kill vs for their sport.

2223Edg. How should this be?

2224Bad is the Trade that must play Foole to sorrow,

2225Ang'ring it selfe, and others. Blesse thee Master.

2226Glou. Is that the naked Fellow?

2227Oldm. I, my Lord.

2228Glou. Get thee away: If for my sake

2229Thou wilt ore-take vs hence a mile or twaine

2230I'th'way toward Douer, do it for ancient loue,

2231And bring some couering for this naked Soule,

2232Which Ile intreate to leade me.

2233Old. Alacke sir, he is mad.