Yet better thus, and known to be contemned,
4.1.22180Than still contemned and flattered. To be worst,
4.1.32181The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune
4.1.42182Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear.
4.1.52183The lamentable change is from the best;
4.1.72185Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace.
4.1.82186The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst
Owes nothing to thy blasts. 4.1.102189But who comes here?
4.1.11My father, poorly led?
2190World, world, O world!
4.1.122191But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
O my good lord, I have been your tenant,
4.1.152194And your father's tenant, these fourscore years--
Away, get thee away. Good friend, be gone.
Thee they may hurt. You cannot see your way.
I have no way and therefore want no eyes;
4.1.202200I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen
4.1.212201Our means secure us, and our mere defects
4.1.222202Prove our commodities. O dear son Edgar,
4.1.242204Might I but live to see thee in my touch
I'd say I had eyes again. How now, who's there?
[Aside] O gods! Who is't can say "I am at the worst"?
I am worse then ere I was. 'Tis poor mad Tom.
[Aside] And worse I may be yet. The worst is not
4.1.292211So long as we can say, "This is the worst."
[To Edgar] Fellow, where goest?
[To Edgar] Fellow, where goest? Is it a beggar man?
Madman, and beggar too.
He has some reason, else he could not beg.
4.1.332216I'th'last night's storm I such a fellow saw,
4.1.342217Which made me think a man a worm. My son
They kill us for their sport. [Aside] How should this be?
4.1.392224Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,
4.1.402225Angering itself and others.
[Aloud] Bless thee master.
Is that the naked fellow?
Is that the naked fellow? Ay, my lord.
Get thee away. If for my sake
4.1.432229Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or twain
4.1.442230I'th'way toward Dover, do it for ancient love,
4.1.452231And bring some covering for this naked soul,
Alack sir, he is mad.
'Tis the time's plague
2235when madmen lead the blind.
I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,
Sirrah, naked fellow.
Poor Tom's a cold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.
Come hither, fellow.
37[Aside] And yet I must.
[Aloud] 2244Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
Know'st thou the way to Dover?
35.1Both stile, and gate, horse-way, and footpath,
2247poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits. Bless
2248thee, good man's son, from the foul fiend.
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
4.1.602250Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched
4.1.612251Makes thee the happier. Heavens deal so still.
4.1.632253That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
4.1.642254Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly;
4.1.662256And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?
Ay, master.
There is a cliff, whose high and bending head
4.1.712261And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear
4.1.722262With something rich about me. From that place
I shall no leading need. Give me thy arm.