Stew. Would I could meet Madam, I should shew
What party I do follow
Reg. Fare thee well.
Exeunt.
Scena Quinta.
Enter Gloucester, and Edgar.
Glou. When shall I come to th' top of that same hill?
Edg. You do climbe vp it now. Look how we labor
Glou. Me thinkes the ground is eeuen
Edg. Horrible steepe.
Hearke, do you heare the Sea?
Glou. No truly
Edg. Why then your other Senses grow imperfect
By your eyes anguish
Glou. So may it be indeed.
Me thinkes thy voyce is alter'd, and thou speak'st
In better phrase, and matter then thou did'st