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Glo. Then, pr’ythee, get thee gone: If, for my
sake, Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, l'the way to Dover, do it for ancient love; And bring some covering for this naked soul, Whom I'll entreat to lead me. Old Man.
Alack, sir, he's mad. Glo. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead
the blind: Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure; Above the rest, be gone. Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parrel that I
have, Come on't what will.
[Exit. Glo. Sirrah! naked fellow! Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold.-I cannot daub it further.
[Aside. Glo. Come hither, fellow. Edg. [Aside.] And yet I must.—Bless thy sweet
eyes, they bleed. Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover?
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way, and footpath. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits: Bless the good man from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness: Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since possesses chamber-maids and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master! Glo. Here, take this purse, thou whom the hea
Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched,
head Looks fearfully in the confined deep: Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear, With something rich about me: from that place I shall no leading need. Edg.
Give me thy arm; Poor Tom shall lead thee.
BEFORE THE DUKE OF ALBANY'S PALACE.
Enter Goneril and Edmund; Steward meeting them. Gon. Welcome, my lord: I marvel, our mild
husband Not met us on the way:-Now, where's your mas
ter: Stew. Madam, within; but never man so chang'd: I told him of the army that was landed; He smild at it: I told him, you were coming;
His answer was, The worse: of Glo'ster's treachery,
way, May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother; Hasten his musters, and conduct his powers: I must change arms at home, and give the distaff Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant Shall pass between us: ere long you are like to
hear, If you dare venture in your own behalf, A mistresses command. Wear this; spare speech;
[giving a favour. Decline your head: this kiss, if it durst speak, Would stretch thy spirits up into the air;Conceive, and fare thee well.
Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.
My most dear Glo'ster!
[Erit Edmund O, the difference of man, and man! To thee A woman's services are due; my fool Usurps my bed. Stew. Madam, here comes my lord.
Gon. No more; the text is foolish.
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: Filths savour but themselves. What have
done? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform’d? A father, and a gracious aged man, Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick, Most barbarous, most degenerate! have you madded. Could my good brother suffer you to do it? A man, a prince, by him so benefited? If that the heavens do not their visible spirits Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, 'Twill come, Humanity must perforce prey on itself, Like monsters of the deep. Gon.
Milk-liver'd man! That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs; Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning Thine honour from thy suffering; that not know'st, Fools do those villains pity, who are punish'd Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land;
See thyself, devil!
O vain fool!
shame, Be-monster not thy feature. Were it my
fitness To let these hands obey my blood, They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flesh and bones :—Howe'er thou art a fiend, A woman's shape doth shield thee.
Gon. Marry, your manhood now!
Enter a Messenger.
morse, Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd, Flew on him, and amongst them felld him dead: But not without that harmful stroke, which since Hath pluck'd him after. Alb.
This shows you are above,