Q1_scene/15: n="15" type="scene"> Enter Edgar. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn_d, Than still contemn'd and flattered_ to be worst, The lowest_ and most deiected thing of Fortune Stands s F1_scene/15: _______n__________=__________"1">Enter Edgar._ Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd,_ Than still contemn'd and flatter'd, to be worst: _The lowest, and most deiected thing of Fortune, Stands s Q1_scene/15: till in experience, liues not in feare, The lamentable change is from the best, The worst returnes to laughter, W_________ho_ _i_s _____________h_e_r_______________e, _my _____father ___p__arti, __ F1_scene/15: till in espera_nce, liues not in feare: _The lamentable change is from the best,_ The worst returnes to laughter. _Welcome then, Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace: The Wretch that thou hast_ _bl Q1_scene/15: ey_d, w___orld, world, ___________O w_orld! __Bu_t_ __that _____thy_ str____a_n_g_e_ mutat___io_ns make_ us hat__e ___t____hee, __Life_ would_ not yeeld_ _to ag_e. _E_n__t____e________r ___Glost. _ F1_scene/15: owne _unto the _worst, Owes nothing to thy __blasts. Ente_r Glouster, an_d an Oldman. But who comes here? My Father poorely led? _World_, World, O__ world! But that __thy strange mutations make us_ _h Q1_scene/15: _l____ed_ ____b____y a_n o__l_d _m__an. O my good Lord, I have been your tenant, and your fathers tenant_ thi_s fo_rescore ____~~ Away, get thee away, good friend be gone, Thy comforts can do me n F1_scene/15: ate thee, Life would not yeelde to age._ O my good Lord, I have been your Tenant, And your _Fathers Tenant, these fourescore yeares. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,_ Thy comforts can do me n Q1_scene/15: o good at all, Thee_ they may hurt. Alack sir, you cannot see your way. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes, I stumbled when I saw, full of it it is seene Our meanes secure us, and our mea F1_scene/15: o good at all,__ Thee, they m__a_y__ __h_____urt. You cannot see your way._ I have no way, and therefore want no eyes: _I stumbled when I saw. Full of__t it is seene, Our meanes secure us, and our mee Q1_scene/15: re defects Proue our co_modities, ah dear son Edgar, The food of thy abused fathers wrath, Might I but live to see thee in my _tuch, I would say I had eyes again. How now_ who is there? O Gods, F1_scene/15: re defects _Proue our Commodities. O_ dear Son Edgar,_ The food of thy abused Fathers wrath: _Might I but live to see thee in my touch,_ I would say I had eyes again._ How now? who is there? _O Gods! Q1_scene/15: who is it can say I am at the worst, I am worse than ere I was. it is poore mad Tom. And worse I may be yet, the worst is not. As long as we can say, this is the worst. Fellow_ where goest? Is i F1_scene/15: Who is it can say I am at the worst? _I am worse than ere I was._ It is poore mad Tom._ And worse I may be yet: the worst is not,_ So long as we can say _this is the worst._ Fellow, where goest? _Is i Q1_scene/15: t a begger-man? Mad-man, and begger too. He has some reason, else he could not beg, In the last nights storme_ I such a fellow saw, Which made me think a man_ a worme, my son Came then into my mi F1_scene/15: t a Beggar-man? _Mad_man, and beggar too._ He has some reason, else he could not beg._ In the last nights storme, I such a fellow saw; _Which made me think a Man, a Worme. My Son _Came then into my mi Q1_scene/15: n_d, and yet my min_d Was then sca_rce friendes with him, I have heard more since, As flies are to the wanton boyes, are we to the Gods, They bitt us for their sport. How should this be, bad is F1_scene/15: nde, and yet my minde _Was then scarse_ Friend_s with him. I have heard more __since: _As Fli__e____s_ to_ wanton Boyes, are we to the Gods,_ They kill us for their sport._ How should this be? Bad is Q1_scene/15: the trade that must play __the foole t____o_ sorrow angring itself_ and others, blesse thee master. Is that the naked fellow? Aye_ my Lord. Then prethee">prithee get thee gone, if for my sa F1_scene/15: the Trade that must play Foole _to___ sorrow, An___g'r___ing itself, and others. Blesse thee Master._ Is that the naked Fellow? __Aye, my Lord._ G_et t___hee aw___a______y: I_____f______ _f___or my sa Q1_scene/15: ke Thou wilt or_etake us her_e a mile or twaine In the way toward Douer, do it for ancient love And bring some couering for this naked soule W__ho I will intreate to leade me. Alack sir_ he is ma F1_scene/15: ke _Thou wilt ore-take us hence a mile or twaine _In the way toward Douer, do it for ancient love, And bring some couering for this naked Soule, Which I will intreate to leade me._ Alack sir, he is ma Q1_scene/15: d. it is the times plague, when madmen lea_d the blin_d, Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure, Above the rest, be gone. I will bring him the best parrell that I have Come of it what wil F1_scene/15: d._ It is the times plague, When Madmen leade the __blinde: _Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure: _Above the rest, be gone._ I will bring him the best Parrell that I have __Come of it what wil Q1_scene/15: l._ _____Sirra_ naked fellow. Poore Tom is a*cold, I cannot dance it fa_rther. Come hither fellow. Blesse thy sweete eyes, they bleed. Knowst_ thou _the way to Douer? Both stile and gate, horse- F1_scene/15: l. Exit Sirra, naked fellow._ Poore Tom is a-cold. I cannot daub_ it f_urther._ Come hither fellow._ An___d____ y_e_______t _I_________ __m__ust: Bl__esse_ thy sweet_e_ __e____y_e_________s_, t___h_ Q1_scene/15: way, and foot-path, Poore Tom hath bee_n scard out of his good wits, Blesse __the_ good man from the foule fiend, Fi_ue fiends_ have been in poore Tom at once, ___Of lust, as Obidicut, Hobbididenc F1_scene/15: _ey _b____l__eede_._ Kno_w's_t t__h____ou th__e w__ay_ to_ Doue_r___? _Bo_t_h style, an_d____ g_______a_t_e_______; _Horse____way, a_nd_____ f__o____otp_a_th____: _poore T_om _h_______ath _b___e______ Q1_scene/15: e Prince of dumbnes, Mahu _of stealing, Modo __of murde_r, Stiberdigebi_t of Mobin_g, and Mobing who since possesses chambermaids And_ waiting women, s_o, ble_sse thee master. Here take this purse F1_scene/15: _en_____ sca_r____r'__d___ out o_f_____ _hi_s good w__i_ts. Bl_e________sse__ _t_h__ee _g__________o_____od_ m________a______n____s _son, f_______rom__ _the _f__oule F____ien_d_._ Here take this purse Q1_scene/15: , thou whome the heauens plagues. have humbled to all strokes, that I am wretched, makes thee The happier, heauens deale so still, Let the superfluous_ and lust-dieted man That stands your ord F1_scene/15: , thou whom_ the heau'ns __plagues __Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched _Makes __thee _the happier: Heauens deale so still: _Let the superfluous, and Lust-dieted man, That slaues your ord Q1_scene/15: inance, that will not see Because he does not feele, feele your po_wer quickly, So distribution should unde_r excesse, And each man have enough, dost thou know Douer? Aye master. There is a cliff F1_scene/15: inance, that will not see _Because he does not feele, feele your powre_ quickly: _So distribution should vnd_oo excesse,_ And each man have enough. Dost thou know Douer? _Aye Master._ There is a Cliff Q1_scene/15: e_ whose high and bending head Lookes _firme__ly in the confined deepe, Bring me but to the very brimme of it And i will repai_re the misery thou dost beare With something rich about me, From tha F1_scene/15: e, whose high and bending head _Lookes fear_fully in the confined Deepe: _Bring me but to the very brimme of it, And I will repa_yre the misery thou dost beare _With something rich about me: _from tha Q1_scene/15: t place_ I shall no leading nee_d. Give me thy arme, poore Tom shall lea______d___ _t_hee. F1_scene/15: t place, I shall no leading neede._ Give me thy arme; Poore Tom shall leade thee. Exeunt._____