EDGAR Yet better thus, and known to be contemned, Than still contemned and flattered. 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; 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. [Enter GLOUCESTER, led by an OLD MAN] But who comes here? My father, parti-eyed! World, world, O world! But that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, Life 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. 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 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 would say I had eyes again! 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. EDGAR [Aside] And worse I may be yet. The worst is not So long as we can say "This is the worst." GLOUCESTER Fellow, where goest? OLD MAN Madman and beggar too. GLOUCESTER He has some reason, else he could not beg. I' th' last night's storm I such a fellow saw, Which made me think a man a worm. At that time When I thought the King had most cause to be mad— When I thought his daughters sought his death— O, I have ta'en too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them And show the heavens more just. EDGAR [Aside] How should this be? Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Anget'ring 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 two I' th' way toward Dover, do it for ancient love, And bring some covering for this naked soul, Which I'll entreat to lead me. OLD MAN Alack, sir, he is mad! GLOUCESTER 'Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind. 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— 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? EDGAR Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. 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 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 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 does not feel, feel your power quickly! So distribution should undo excess, 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, 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. [Exeunt]