Yet better thus, and known to be contemned,

15.221801917Than still contemned and flattered. To be worst,

15.321811918The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune

15.421821919Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear.

15.521831920The lamentable change is from the best;

15.621841921The worst returns to laughter.35.3

15.721891922Who's here? My father, parti-eyed? 2190World, world, O world!

15.821911923But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,

15.921921924Life would not yield to age.

O my good lord, I have been your tenant,

15.112194And your 1926father's tenant, this fourscore--

Away, get thee away. Good friend, be gone.

15.1321961928Thy comforts can do me no good at all,

15.1421971929Thee they may hurt.

Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes;

15.1722001932I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen

15.1822011933Our means secure us, and our mere defects

15.1922021934Prove our commodities. Ah, dear son Edgar,

15.2022031935The food of thy abusèd father's wrath,

15.2122041936Might I but live to see thee in my touch

15.2222051937I'd say I had eyes again.

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"?

15.2422081940I am worse then ere I was.

I am worse then ere I was. 'Tis poor mad Tom.

[Aside] And worse I may be yet. The worst is not

15.2622111943As long as we can say, "This is the worst."

[To Edgar] Fellow, where goest?

Is it a beggar man?

Is it a beggar man? Madman, and beggar too.

'A has some reason, else he could not beg.

15.3022161948In the last night's storm I such a fellow saw,

15.3122171949Which made me think a man a worm. My son

15.3222181950Came then into my mind, and yet my mind

15.3322191951Was then scarce friends with him. 2220I have heard more since.

15.3422211952As flies to wanton boys are we to th'gods;

15.3522221953They kill us for their sport.

They kill us for their sport. [Aside] How should this be?

15.362224Bad is the trade that must play the 1955fool to sorrow,

15.372225Angering itself and others. [Aloud] Bless thee master.

Is that the naked fellow?

Is that the naked fellow? Ay, my lord.

Then prithee get thee gone. If for my sake

15.4022291959Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or twain

15.4122301960I'th'way toward Dover, do it for ancient love,

15.4222311961And bring some covering for this naked soul,

15.4322321962Who I'll entreat to lead me.

Alack sir, he is mad.

'Tis the time's plague 2235when madmen lead the blind.

15.4622361965Do as I bid thee--or rather, do thy pleasure.

15.4722371966Above the rest, be gone.

I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,

15.4922391968Come on't what will.

Come on't what will. Sirrah, naked fellow.

Poor Tom's a cold. [Aside] I cannot dance it farther.

Come hither, fellow.

2244Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.

Know'st thou the way to Dover?

Both stile and gate, horse-way, and footpath, 22471975poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits. 1976Bless 2248the good man from the foul fiend. 2248.11977Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once: 2248.21978of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, Prince of darkness; 2248.31979Mahu of stealing, Modo of murder, Flibbertigibbet, of 2248.41980mocking and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids 2248.51981and waiting women. So bless thee master.

Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues

15.5622501983Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched

15.572251Makes thee 1984the happier. Heavens deal so still.

15.5822521985Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man

15.5922531986That stands your ordinance, that will not see

15.6022541987Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly;

15.6122551988So distribution should undo excess,

15.6222561989And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?

Ay, master.

There is a cliff, whose high and bending head

15.6522591992Looks firmly in the confinèd deep.

15.6622601993Bring me but to the very brim of it,

15.6722611994And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear

15.6822621995With something rich about me. 1996From that place

15.692263I shall no leading need.

I shall no leading need. Give me thy arm.

15.702265Poor Tom shall lead thee.