Came then into my mind; and yet my mind

Was then scarce friends with him. I've heard more fince. As flies to wanton boys, are we to th' Gods;

They kill us for their sport.

Edg. How fhould this be?

Bad is the trade muft play the fool to forrow,

Ang'ring itself and others.

Glo. Is that the naked fellow?

Old Man. Ay, my Lord.

Blefs thee, master.

Glo. Get thee away: if, for my fake,

Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or twain
I'th' way tow'rd Dover, do it for ancient love;
And bring fome covering for this naked foul,
Whom I'll intreat to lead me.

Old Man. Alack, Sir, he is mad.

Gl.'Tis the time's plague, when madmen lead the blind: Do as I bid, or rather do thy pleasure ;

Above the reft, be gone.

Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parrel that I have, Come on't, what will.

Glo. Sirrah, naked fellow.

[Exit.

Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold;-I cannot daub it further. Glo. Come hither, fellow.

Edg. And yet I must;

Blefs thy fweet eyes, they bleed.

Glo. Know'st thou the way to Dover?

Blefs

Edg. Both ftile and gate, horfe-way and foot-path: poor Tom hath been fear'd out of his good wits. thee, good man, from the foul fiend. Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of luft, as Obidicut; Hobbididen, Prince of dumbnefs; Mahu, of stealing; Mohu, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who fince poffeffes chamber-maids and waiting

women.

Glo. Here, take this pure, thou whom the heavens' plagues

Have humbled to all ftrokes. That I am wretched,
Makes thee the happier : heavens deal fo ftill!
Let the fuperfluous and luft dieted man,

That flaves your ordinance, that will not fee

Because

Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly:
So diftribution fhould undo excess,

And each man have enough. Do'st thou know Dover? Edg. Ay, mafter.

Glo. There is a cliff, whofe high and bending head Looks fearfully on the confined deep :

Bring me but to the very brim of it,

And I'll repair the mifery, thou do'ft bear,
With fomething rich about me: from that place

I fhall no leading need.

Edg. Give me thy arm; Poor Tom fhall lead thee.

Gon.

[Exeunt.

SCENE, the Duke of Albany's Palace.

Enter Gonerill, and Edmund.

Welcome, my Lord. Imarvel, our mild husband

Not met us on the way.

Enter Steward.

Now, where's your mafter?

Stew. Madam, within; but never man so chang'd:
I told him of the army that was landed:
He fmil'd at it. I told him, you were coming,
His answer was, the worfe. Of Glofter's treachery,
And of the loyal fervice of his fon,

When I inform'd him, then he call'd me fot;
And told me, I had turn'd the wrong fide out.
What moft he fhould diflike, feems pleafant to him
What like, offenfive.

Gon. Then fhall you go no further.

It is the cowish terror of his fpirit,

That dares not undertake: he'll not feel wrongs,
Which tie him to an answer: our wishes on the way
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother;
Haften his mufters, and conduct his powers.
I must change arms at home, and give the diftaff
Into my husband's hands. This trufty fervant
Shall pass between us: you ere long shall hear,
VOL. VI.
D

If you dare venture in your own behalf,

A miftrefs's command. Wear this; fpare fpeech:
Decline your head. This kifs, if it durft speak,
Would ftretch thy fpirits up into the air;

Conceive, and fare thee well.

Edm. Yours in the ranks of death.

Gon. My most dear Glo'fter!

[Exit Edmund.

Oh, the ftrange difference of man, and man!

To thee a woman's fervices are due,

My fool ufurps my body.

Stew. Madam, here comes my Lord.

Enter Albany.

Gon. I have been worth the whistle.

Alb. Oh Gonerill,

You are not worth the duft, which the rude wind

Blows in your face.

I fear your difpofition:

That nature, which contemns its origine,

Cannot be border'd certain in itself;

She that herself will fliver, and dif-branch,

From her maternal fap, perforce muft wither, (21)
And come to deadly use.

Gon. No more; 'tis foolish.

Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile feem vile; Filths favour but themfelves-What have you done? Tygers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man,

Moft barb'rous, moft degenerate, have you madded.,
Cou'd my good brother fuffer you to do it,
A man, a Prince by him fo benefited?
If that the heav'ns do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame the vile offences,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.

(21) From her material Sap,] Thus the old Quarto; but material Sap, I own, is a Phrase that I do not understand. The Mother-Tree is the true technical Term; and confidering, our Author has faid but just above, That Nature, which contemns its Origine, there is little room to queftion but he wrote, From ber maternal Sap.

Gon.

Gon. Milk-liver'd man!

That bear't a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs;
Who haft not in thy brows an eye difcerning

Thine honour, from thy fuffering: that not know'ft,
Fools do thefe villains pity, who are punith'd

Ere they have done their mischief. Where's thy Drum?
France fpreads his banners in our noiseless land,
With plumed helm thy flayer begins his threats;
Whilft thou, a moral fool, fit'ft ftill, and cry'ft,
"Alack! why does he fo?-

Alb. See thyfelf, devil:

Proper deformity feems not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.

Gon. O vain fool!

Al.Thou chang'd, and felf-converted thing! For fhame, Be-monster not thy feature. Were't my fitnefs To let thefe hands obey my [boiling] blood, They're apt enough to dislocate and tear

Thy flesh and bones.- Howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's fhape doth fhield thee.-

Gon. Marry, your manhood now!

Enter Meffenger.

Mef. Oh, my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead: Slain by his fervant, going to put out

The other eye of Glofter.

Alb. Glofter's eyes!

Mef A fervant, that he bred, thrill'd with remorse, Oppos'd against the act; bending his sword

To his great mafter: who, thereat enrag'd,

Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead:
But not without that harmful ftroke, which fince
Hath pluck'd him after.

Alb. This fhews you are above,

You juftices, that these our nether crimes

So speedily can 'venge. But O poor Glo'fler!

Loft he his other eye?

Mef. Both, both, my Lord.

This letter, Madam, craves a speedy answer:

'Tis from your fifter.

Gon. One way, I like this well;

But being widow, and my Glofter with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life. Another way,

The news is not fo tart. I'll read, and answer. [Exit.
Alb. Where was his fon, when they did take his eyes?
Mef. Come with my lady hither.

Alb. He's not here.

Mef. No, my good Lord, I met him back again.
Alb. Knows he the wickedness?

Mef. Ay, my good Lord, 'twas he inform'd against him, And quit the houfe of purpose, that their punishment Might have the freer course.

Alb. Glofter, I live

To thank thee for the love thou fhew'dft the King,
And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend,
Tell me, what more thou know'ft.

Kent.

SCENE, DO V E R.

TH

Enter Kent, and a Gentleman.

[Exeunt.

HE King of France fo fuddenly gone back!
Know you the reason?

Gents Something he left imperfect in the state,
Which fince his coming forth is thought of, which
Imports the kingdom fo much fear and danger,
That his return was moft requir'd and neceffary.
Kent. Whom hath he left behind him General ?
Gent. The Marefchal of France, Monfieur le Far.
Kent. Did your letters pierce the Queen to any de-
monftration of grief?

Gent. Ay, Sir, fhe took 'em, read 'em in my prefence; And now and then an ample tear trill'd down

Her delicate cheek: it feem'd, she was a Queen
Over her paffion, which, moft rebel-like,

Sought to be King o'er her.

Kent. O, then it mov'd her.

Gent. But not to rage. Patience and forrow ftrove Which should exprefs her goodlieft; you have seen

Sun