Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. 1 Serv. Hold your hand, my lord: I have serv'd you ever since I was a child; Reg. [Draws, and runs at him. 1 Serv. Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger. [Draws. They fight. CORN. is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword [to another Servant].-A peasant stand up thus ! [Snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him. 1 Serv. O, I am slain!-My lord, you have one eye left To see some mischief on them.-O! Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it.-Out, vile jelly! Where is thy lustre now? [Dies. [Tears out GLOSTER's other eye, and throws it on the ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless.-Where's my son Edmund? Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature, To quit this horrid act. Reg. Out, treacherous villain! Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he Glo. Then Edgar was abus'd. O my follies! Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! you? How look Corn. I have receiv'd a hurt:-follow me, lady.— Turn out that eyeless villain;-throw this slave Upon the dunghill.-Regan, I bleed apace : Untimely comes this hurt: give me your arm. [Exit CORNWALL, led by REGAN; Servants unbind GLOSTER and lead him out. 2 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do If this man come to good. 3 Serv. If she live long, And in the end meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters. 2 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam To lead him where he would: his roguish madness 3 Serv. Go thou: I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him! [Exeunt severally. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Heath. Enter EDGAR. Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd, The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst Enter GLOSTER, led by an Old Man. My father, poorly led?-World, world, O world! Old Man. O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant, these fourscore years. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone: Thy comforts can do me no good at all; Thee they may hurt. Old Man. You cannot see your way. Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; Our means secure us, and our mere defects Old Man. How now! Who's there? Edg. [aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, I am at the worst? I am worse than e'er I was. Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Tom. Edg. [aside.] And worse I may be yet: the worst is not So long as we can say, This is the worst. Old Man. Fellow, where goest? Is it a beggar-man? Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg. I' the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; Which made me think a man a worm: my son Came then into my mind; and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him: I have heard more since. Edg. [aside.] How should this be? Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Old Man. Ay, my lord. Glo. Then, pr'ythee, get thee gone: if, for my sake, I' the way toward Dover, do it for ancient love; Old Man. Alack, sir, he is 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 'parel that I have, Come on't what will. Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow, [Exit. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. -[Aside.] I cannot daub it further. 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 foot-path. Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits :-bless thee, good man's son, 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; 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 heavens' plagues Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched That slaves your ordinance, that will not see And each man have enough.-Dost thou know Dover? Glo. There is a cliff whose high and bending head 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. Give me thy arm: Edg. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Before the DUKE OF ALBANY's Palace. Enter GONERIL and EDMUND; OSWALD meeting them. He smil'd at it: I told him you were coming; When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot, Gon. Then shall you go no further, [To EDMUND. It is the cowish terror of his spirit, I must change arms at home, and give the distaff A mistress's 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. You are not worth the dust which the rude wind She that herself will sliver and disbranch Gon. No more; the text is foolish. Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: madded. Whose reverence the head-lugg'd bear would lick, If that the heavens do not their visible spirits 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 Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy drum? Alb. See thyself, devil! Proper deformity seems not in the fiend So horrid as in woman. Alb. Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame, |