Who is't can say 'I am at the worst'? I am worse than e'er I was. Old Man. 'Tis poor mad Edg. [Aside.] And worse is not So long as we can say 'This is the worst.' Old Man. Fellow, goest? Glou. man? Old Man. beggar too. Is it a beggar Madman and Glou. 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, we to the gods; They kill us for their sport. Edg. [Aside.] should this be? How Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Angering itself and others. Bless thee, master! sake, Thou wilt o'ertake us, hence a mile or twain, I' the way toward Dover, do it for ancient love; And bring some covering for this naked soul, Who I'll entreat to lead me. Old Man. is mad. Alack, sir! he Glou. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind. Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure; Above the rest, be gone. Glou. Sirrah, [Exit. naked Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. [Aside.] I cannot daub it further. Glou. Come hither, fellow. Edg. [Aside.] And yet must. Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. Glou. Know'st thou the way to Dover? Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot - path. Poor Tom had been scared out of his good wits: bless thee, good man's son, from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since possesses chambermaids and waitingwomen. So, bless master! thee, Glou. Here, take this purse, plagues |