12391051To the warme Sunne.

12401052Approach thou beacon to this vnder gloabe,

12411053That by thy comfortable beames I may

12421054Peruse this letter, nothing almost sees my wracke

12431055But miserie, I know tis from Cordelia,

12441056Who hath most fortunately bin informed

12451057Of my obscured course, and shall find time

12461058From this enormious state, seeking to giue

12471059Losses their remedies, all wearie and ouerwatch

12481060Take vantage heauie eyes not to behold

12491061This shamefull lodging, Fortune goodnight,

12501062Smile, once more turne thy wheele. sleepes.

12521064Edg. I heare my selfe proclaim'd,

12531065And by the happie hollow of a tree

12541066Escapt the hunt, no Port is free, no place

12551067That guard, and most vnusuall vigilence

12561068Dost not attend my taking while I may scape,

12571069I will preserue my selfe, and am bethought

12581070To take the basest and most poorest shape,

12591071That euer penury in contempt of man,

12601072Brought neare to beast, my face ile grime with filth,

12611073Blanket my loynes, else all my haire with knots,

12621074And with presented nakednes outface,

12631075The wind, and persecution of the skie,

12641076The Countrie giues me proofe and president

12651077Of Bedlam beggers, who with roring voyces,

12661078Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare armes,

12671079Pins, wodden prickes, nayles, sprigs of rosemary,

12681080And with this horrible obiect from low seruice,

12691081Poore pelting villages, sheep-coates, and milles,

12701082Sometime with lunaticke bans, sometime with prayers

12711083Enforce their charitie, poore Turlygod, poore Tom,

12721084That's something yet, Edgar I nothing am. Exit

12741086Lear. Tis strange that they should so depart from (hence,

12751087And not send backe my messenger.

12761088Knight. As I learn'd, 1277the night before there was