have watch'd and travell'd hard;

Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels:

Give you good morrow!

Glou. The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be

taken.

be ill

[Exit.

Kent. Good king, that must approve the common saw, Thou out of heaven's benediction comest

To the warm sun.

Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,

That by thy comfortable beams I may

Peruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles,

But misery: I know 'tis from Cordelia,

Who hath most fortunately been inform'd

Of my obscured course; and shall find time

From this enormous state, seeking to give

Losses their remedies. All weary and o'er-watch'd, Take vantage, heavy eyes,

not to behold

This shameful lodging.

Fortune, good night; smile

once more; turn thy

wheel!

[He sleeps.

SCENE III. A Part of the
Heath.

Enter EDGAR.

Edg. I heard myself proclaim'd;

And by the happy hollow of a

tree

Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place,

That guard, and most unusual vigilance,

Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may 'scape,

I will preserve myself; and am bethought

To take the basest and most poorest shape

That ever penury, in contempt

of man,

Brought near to beast; my face I'll grime with filth, Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,

And with presented naked

ness outface

The winds and persecutions of the sky.

The country gives me proof and precedent

Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,

Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;

And with this horrible object, from low farms,

Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity. Poor Turlygood! poor Tom! That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am.

[Exit.

SCENE IV. Before GLOUCES

TER'S Castle.

Kent in the

Stocks.