Glou. 'Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.[4033]
Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure;[4034]
Above the rest, be gone.
Old Man. I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have,[4035][4036] 50
Come on't what will. [Exit.
Glou. Sirrah, naked fellow,—[4037]
Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.[4015][4038]
Glou. Come hither, fellow.
Edg. [Aside] And yet I must. Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.[4015][4039]55
Glou. Know'st thou the way to Dover?
Edg. Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path. Poor[4040]
Tom hath been scared out of his good wits. Bless thee, good[4040][4041][4042]
man's son, from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor[4040][4042][4043]
Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididence, prince of[4043][4044] 60
dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet,[4043][4045]
of mopping and mowing; who since possesses[4043][4046]
chambermaids and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master![4043][4047]
Glou. Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues[4048]
Have humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched[4049] 65
Makes thee the happier. Heavens, deal so still![4049]
Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,[4050]
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see[4051]
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;[4052]
So distribution should undo excess[4053] 70
And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?
Edg. Ay, master.