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;
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!
But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
Lie would not yield to age.
O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and
your father's tenant, these fourscore years.
Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone:
s can do me no good at all;
Thee they may hurt.
Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.
I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;I stumbled when I saw
: full oft 'tis seen,
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!
How now! Who's there?
(Aside) O gods! Who is't can say 'I am at
I am worse than e'er I was.
'Tis poor mad Tom.
(Aside) And worse I may be yet: the worst is not
So long as we can say 'This is the worst.'
Fellow, where goest?
Is it a beggar-man?
Madman and beggar
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.As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
They kill us for their sport.
(Aside) How should this be?
Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,
Angering itself and others.--Bless thee, master!
Is that the naked
Ay, my lord.
Then, prithee, get thee gone: if, for my sake,
Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain,
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.
Alack, sir, he is mad.
'Tis the times's plague, when madmen lead the blind.
Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
Above the rest, be gone.
I'll bring him the best 'parel
that I have,
Come on't what will.
Sirrah, naked fellow,--
Poor Tom's a-cold.
I cannot daub
Come hither, fellow.
(Aside) And yet I must.--Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
Know'st thou the way to Dover?
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
, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of
mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids
and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues
Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched
Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still!
Let the superfluous and lust dietlust-diet
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?
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,
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.
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