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And quench'd the stelled fires: yet, poor old heart,
He holp the heavens to rain.

If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou should'st have said, Good porter, turn the key;
All cruels else subscrib'd:-But I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
Corn. See it shalt thou never?-Fellows, hold the.
chair:-

Upon these

eyes of thine I'll set my. foot.

[Gloster 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 :-O cruel! O ye gods!

Reg. One side will mock another; the other too. Corn. If you see vengeance,—

Serv..

Hold your hand, my lord:

I have serv'd you ever since I was a child;
But better service have I never done you,
Than now to bid you hold..

How now, you dog?

Reg.
Serv. If you did wear a beard upon your chin,
I'd shake it on this quarrel: What do you mean?

Corn. My villain!

[draws, and runs at him. Serv. Nay, then come on, and take the chance of anger..

[draws. They fight. Cornwall is wounded.

Reg. Give me thy sword.-[to another Serv.] A peasant stand up 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:-O!

[dies.

Corn. Lest it see more, prevent it:-Out, vile jelly! Where is thy lustre now?

[tears out Gloster's other eye, and throws it on the ground.

Glo. 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.

Glo.

Then Edgar was abus'd.—

O my follies!

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

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 burt: Give me your arm.

[Exit Cornwall, led by Regan;-Servants unbind Gloster, and lead him out.

1 Serv. I'll never care what wickedness I do, If this man come to good.

2 Serv.

If she live long,

And, in the end, meet the old course of death,
Women will all turn monsters.

1 Serv. Let's follow the old earl, and get the Bedlam

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

of eggs,

To apply to his bleeding face. Now, heaven help

him!

[Exeunt severally.

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.—But who comes here?→

Enter GLOSTER, 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, father's tenant, these fourscore years.

and your

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, Our mean secures us 7; 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'd say, I had eyes again!

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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?

Glo.

Is it a beggar-man?

Old Man. Madman and beggar too.

Glo. 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.

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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.

Glo. Then, pr'ythee, get thee gone: If, for my

sake,

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