ACT IV SCENE I

King Lear

ACT IV SCENE I	The heath.
[Enter EDGAR]
EDGAR	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;	5
	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 GLOUCESTER, led by an Old Man]
	My father, poorly led? World, world, O world!	10
	But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee,
	Lie would not yield to age.
Old Man	O, my good lord, I have been your tenant, and
	your father’s tenant, these fourscore years.
GLOUCESTER	Away, get thee away; good friend, be gone:	15
	Thy comforts can do me no good at all;
	Thee they may hurt.
Old Man	Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.
GLOUCESTER	I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;
	I stumbled when I saw: full oft ’tis seen,	20
	Our means secure us, and our mere defects
	Prove our commodities. O dear son Edgar,
	The food of thy abused father’s wrath!
	Might I but live to see thee in my touch,
	I’ld say I had eyes again!	25
Old Man	How now! Who’s there?
EDGAR	[Aside] O gods! Who is’t can say ‘I am at
	the worst’?
	I am worse than e’er I was.
Old Man	‘Tis poor mad Tom.	30
EDGAR	[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?
GLOUCESTER	Is it a beggar-man?
Old Man	Madman and beggar too.	35
GLOUCESTER	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	40
	more since.
	As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
	They kill us for their sport.
EDGAR	[Aside] How should this be?
	Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow,	45
	Angering itself and others.–Bless thee, master!
GLOUCESTER	Is that the naked fellow?
Old Man	Ay, my lord.
GLOUCESTER	Then, prithee, get thee gone: if, for my sake,
	Thou wilt o’ertake us, hence a mile or twain,	50
	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	Alack, sir, he is mad.
GLOUCESTER	‘Tis the times’ plague, when madmen lead the blind.	55
	Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;
	Above the rest, be gone.
Old Man	I’ll bring him the best ‘parel that I have,
	Come on’t what will.
[Exit]
GLOUCESTER	Sirrah, naked fellow,–	60
EDGAR	Poor Tom’s a-cold.
[Aside]
	I cannot daub it further.
GLOUCESTER	Come hither, fellow.
EDGAR	[Aside] And yet I must.–Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
GLOUCESTER	Know’st thou the way to Dover?	65
EDGAR	Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path. Poor
	Tom hath 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; Hobbididence, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of	70
	stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of
	mopping and mowing, who since possesses chambermaids
	and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!
GLOUCESTER	Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens’ plagues
	Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched	75
	Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still!
	Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
	That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
	Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
	So distribution should undo excess,	80
	And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?
EDGAR	Ay, master.
GLOUCESTER	There is a cliff, whose high and bending head
	Looks fearfully in the confined deep:
	Bring me but to the very brim of it,	85
	And I’ll repair the misery thou dost bear
	With something rich about me: from that place
	I shall no leading need.
EDGAR	Give me thy arm:
	Poor Tom shall lead thee.	90
[Exeunt]

King Lear, Act 4, Scene 2