Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR dressed like a peasant.

Glou. When shall we come to the top of that same hill?

Edg. You do climb up it

we

Glou. Methinks the ground

is even.

Edg. Horrible steep: Hark! do you hear the sea?

Glou.

No, truly.

Edg. Why, then your other senses grow imperfect

By your eyes' anguish.

Glou.

indeed.

So may it be,

Methinks thy voice is alter'd, and thou speak'st

In better phrase and matter than thou didst.

You're

much de

ceived; in nothing am I

Edg.

changed

But in my garments.

Glou. Methinks

better spoken.

you're

Edg. Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. 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

Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark

Diminish'd to her cock, her cock a buoy

Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge,

That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes,

Cannot be heard

so high.

I'll look no more,

Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight

Topple down headlong.

Glou. Set me where you 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.

Glou.

hand.

Let go my

another

Here, friend, 's

purse; in it a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking: fairies and gods

Prosper it with thee! thou further off;

Go

Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

Edg. Now fare you well,

good sir.

Glou.

heart.

With all my

Edg. Why I do trifle thus

with his despair

Is done to cure it.