Where is thy l.u.s.tre now?

Glou. 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 That made the overture of thy treasons to us; Who is too good to pity thee.

Glou. O my follies! Then Edgar was abus'd.

Kind G.o.ds, forgive me that, and prosper him!

Reg. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Dover.

Exit [one] with Gloucester.

How is't, my lord? How look you?

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].

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 Allows itself to anything.

3. Serv. Go thou. I'll fetch some flax and whites of eggs To apply to his bleeding face. Now heaven help him!

Exeunt.

> ACT IV. Scene I.The heath.Enter Edgar.Edg. 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.Enter Gloucester, led by an Old Man.But who comes here?My father, poorly led? World, world, O world!But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life would not yield to age.Old Man. O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant, These fourscore years.Glou. 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.Glou. 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. Ah 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!Old Man. How now? Who's there?Edg. [aside] O G.o.ds! 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?Glou. Is it a beggarman?Old Man. Madman and beggar too.Glou. He has some reason, else he could not beg.I' th' 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 th' G.o.ds.They kill us for their sport.Edg. [aside] How should this be?Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.- Bless thee, master!Glou. Is that the naked fellow?Old Man. Ay, my lord.Glou. Then prithee get thee gone. If for my sake Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or twain I' th' 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!Glou. 'Tis the time's 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. Exit.Glou. Sirrah naked fellow- Edg. Poor Tom's acold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.Glou. Come hither, fellow.Edg. [aside] And yet I must.- Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.Glou. Know'st thou the way to Dover?Edg. Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hath been scar'd 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 l.u.s.t, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids and waiting women.So, bless thee, master!Glou. 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 l.u.s.t-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your pow'r quickly; So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?Edg. Ay, master.Glou. 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.Edg. Give me thy arm.Poor Tom shall lead thee.Exeunt.Scene II.Before the Duke of Albany's Palace.Enter Goneril and [Edmund the] b.a.s.t.a.r.d.Gon. Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband Not met us on the way.Enter [Oswald the] Steward.Now, where's your master?Osw. Madam, within, but never man so chang'd.I told him of the army that was landed: He smil'd at it. I told him you were coming: His answer was, 'The worse.' Of Gloucester's treachery And of the loyal service of his son When I inform'd him, then he call'd me sot And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out.What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him; What like, offensive.