Edg. Give me your arm:[4281]
Up: so. How is't? Feel you your legs? You stand.[4282] 65
Glou. Too well, too well.
Edg. This is above all strangeness.
Upon the crown o' the cliff, what thing was that[4283]
Which parted from you?
Glou. A poor unfortunate beggar.[4284]
Edg. As I stood here below, methought his eyes[4285]
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,[4286] 70
Horns whelk'd and waved like the enridged sea:[4287]
It was some fiend; therefore, thou happy father,
Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours[4288]
Of men's impossibilities, have preserved thee.
Glou. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear 75
Affliction till it do cry out itself
'Enough, enough,' and die. That thing you speak of,[4289]
I took it for a man; often 'twould say[4290]
'The fiend, the fiend:' he led me to that place.[4291]
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. But who comes
here? 80
Enter Lear, fantastically dressed with wild flowers.[4292]
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate[4293][4294][4295]
His master thus.[4294]
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining; I am the[4296]
king himself.