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GLOUCESTER

Sirrah, naked fellow, − [50]

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, horse-way and foot-path. Poor [55] Tom hath been scar’d

out of his good wits: bless thee, good man’s son, from the foul fiend! Five
fiends have been in poor Tom at once; as Obidicut, of lust; Hoberdidance,
prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; Flibbertigibbet, of
mopping and mowing; who [60] since possesses chambermaids and waiting-

women. So, bless thee, master!

GLOUCESTER

Here take this purse, thou whom the heav’ns’ plagues
Have humbled to all strokes; that I am wretched
Makes thee the happier: Heavens, deal so still! [65]

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? [70]

EDGAR

Ay, master.

GLOUCESTER