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If wolves had at thy gate howld that stern time,
[Glos'ter is held down in his chair, while Cornwall
plucks out one of his eyes, and sets his foot on it. Glo. He, that will think to live till he be old, Give me some help:40 cruel! O ye gods !
Reg. One side will mock another; the other too.
Hold your hand, my lord:
How now, you dog? Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel: What do you mean?
Corn. My villain! [druws, and runs at him. Sero. Nay, then come on, and take the chance
[draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded. Reg. Give me thy sword.—[to another Serv.] A
thus! [snatches a sword, comes behind, and stabs him. Serv. O, I am slain !-My lord, you have one eye
left To see some mischief on him:-0!
[dies. Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-Out, vile
Where is thy lustre now? [Tears out Glo'ster's other eye, and throws it on
the ground. Glo. All dark and comfortless.—Where's my.son
Out, treacherous villain !
O my follies! Then Edgar was abus’d. Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him! Reg. Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him
smell His way to Dover.—How is't, my lord ? 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
Glo'ster, and lead him out. 1 Sero. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to good. 2 Sero.
If she live long, And, in the end, meet the old course of death, Women will all turn monsters. i Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the .
To lead him where he would; his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing.
2 Serv. Go thou; I'll fetch some flax, and whites
To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help him!
Enter Edgar. Edg. Yet better thus, and known to be con
temn’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
Enter Glo'ster, led by an old man. 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. Glo. Away, get thee away; good friend, be
gone: Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee they may hurt.
Old Man. Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;
I stumbled when I saw: Full oft 'tis seen,
eyes again! Old Man.
How now? Who's there? Edg. [aside.] O gods! Who is't can say, I am
at the worst?
mad Tom. Edg. [Aside.] And worse I may be yet: The
worst is not,
Old Man. Fellow, where goest?
Is it a beggar-man?
beg. l' 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
How should this be? Bad is the trade must play the fool to sorrow, Ang’ring itself and others. [Aside. ]—Bless thee,
master! Glo. Is that the naked fellow? Old Man.
Ay, my lord.