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The Country near Dover. Enter Gloster and EDGAR, dressed like a Peasant. Glo. When shall we come to the top of that same
hill ? Edg. You do climb up it now: look, how we
labour. Glo. Methinks, the ground is even. Edg.
Horrible steep: you hear the sea ? Glo.
it be, indeed:
chang'd, But in my garments. Glo.
Methinks, you are better spoken. Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place:-stand still.
80 How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles: Half way
down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head:
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Set me where
stand. Edg. Give me your hand : You are now within a foot Of the extreme verge: for all beneath the moon Would I not leap upright:1. Glo.
Let go my hand. Here, friend, is another purse; in it, a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking: Fairies, and gods, Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off; Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare you well, good sir. [Seems to go. Glo.
O you mighty gods!
[He leaps, and falls along.
Gone, sir? farewell.-
Away, and let me die.
feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou had'st shiver'd like an egg: but thou dost
breathe; Hast heavy substance; bleed’st not; speak’st; art
Glo. But have I fallen, or no?
Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn: Look up a-height;--the shrill-gorg'd lark so far Cannot be seen or heard : do but look
Give me your arm:
Glo. Too well, too well.
This is above all strangeness.
A poor unfortunate beggar. Edg. As I stood here below, methought, his eyes Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, Horns whelk’d, and wav'd like the enridged sea; It was some fiend: Therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours Of men's impossibilities, have preserv'd thee.
Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Affliction, till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and, die. That thing you speak of, I took it for a man ;
often 'twould say, The fiend, the fiend: he led me to that place. Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.-But who
Enter LEAR, fantastically dressed up with flowers. The safer sense will ne'er accommodate His master thus.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the king himself.
Edg. O thou side-piercing sight!
Lear. Nature's above art in that respect.-There's your press-money. That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper : draw me a clothier's yard. --Look, look, a mouse ! Peace, peace;—this piece of toasted cheese will do't.-There's my gauntlet; I'll prove it
on a giant.--Bring up the brown bills.-0, well flown, bird !-i'the clout, i'the clout: hewgh! Give the word.
Edg. Sweet marjoram.
Lear. Ha! Goneril!-with a white beard! -They flatter'd me like a dog; and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing I said !-- Ay and no too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found them, there I smelt them out. Go to, they are not men o'their words: they told me I was every thing; 'tis a lie; I am not ague-proof.
Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Ay, every inch a king: