ACT IV SCENE I | The heath. | |
[Enter EDGAR] |
EDGAR | Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd, |
| Than still contemn'd and flatter'd. To be worst, |
| The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune, |
| Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear: |
| The lamentable change is from the best; | 5 |
| The worst returns to laughter. Welcome, then, |
| Thou unsubstantial air that I embrace! |
| The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst |
| Owes nothing to thy blasts. But who comes here? |
[Enter GLOUCESTER, led by an Old Man] |
| My father, poorly led? World, world, O world! | 10 |
| But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, |
| Lie would not yield to age. |
Old Man | O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and |
| your father's tenant, these fourscore years. |
GLOUCESTER | Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone: | 15 |
| Thy comforts can do me no good at all; |
| Thee they may hurt. |
Old Man | Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. |
GLOUCESTER | I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; |
| I stumbled when I saw: full oft 'tis seen, | 20 |
| Our means secure us, and our mere defects |
| Prove our commodities. O dear son Edgar, |
| The food of thy abused father's wrath! |
| Might I but live to see thee in my touch, |
| I'ld say I had eyes again! | 25 |
Old Man | How now! Who's there? |
EDGAR | [Aside] O gods! Who is't can say 'I am at
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| the worst'? |
| I am worse than e'er I was. |
Old Man | 'Tis poor mad Tom. | 30 |
EDGAR | [Aside] And worse I may be yet: the worst is not
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| So long as we can say 'This is the worst.' |
Old Man | Fellow, where goest? |
GLOUCESTER | Is it a beggar-man? |
Old Man | Madman and beggar too. | 35 |
GLOUCESTER | 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 | 40 |
| more since. |
| As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods. |
| They kill us for their sport. |
EDGAR | [Aside] How should this be?
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| Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, | 45 |
| Angering itself and others.--Bless thee, master! |
GLOUCESTER | Is that the naked fellow? |
Old Man | Ay, my lord. |
GLOUCESTER | Then, prithee, get thee gone: if, for my sake, |
| Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, | 50 |
| I' the way toward Dover, do it for ancient love; |
| And bring some covering for this naked soul, |
| Who I'll entreat to lead me. |
Old Man | Alack, sir, he is mad. |
GLOUCESTER | 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind. | 55 |
| 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. |
[Exit] |
GLOUCESTER | Sirrah, naked fellow,-- | 60 |
EDGAR | Poor Tom's a-cold. |
[Aside] |
| I cannot daub it further. |
GLOUCESTER | Come hither, fellow. |
EDGAR | [Aside] And yet I must.--Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
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GLOUCESTER | Know'st thou the way to Dover? | 65 |
EDGAR | 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; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of | 70 |
| stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of |
| mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids |
| and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master! |
GLOUCESTER | Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues |
| Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched | 75 |
| Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still! |
| Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man, |
| That slaves your ordinance, that will not see |
| Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly; |
| So distribution should undo excess, | 80 |
| And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover? |
EDGAR | Ay, master. |
GLOUCESTER | There is a cliff, whose high and bending head |
| Looks fearfully in the confined deep: |
| Bring me but to the very brim of it, | 85 |
| And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear |
| With something rich about me: from that place |
| I shall no leading need. |
EDGAR | Give me thy arm: |
| Poor Tom shall lead thee. | 90 |
[Exeunt] |