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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 [75]

With something rich about me; from that place
I shall no leading need.

EDGAR
Give me thy arm:
Poor Tom shall lead thee.

(Exeunt.)

Scene II IT

(Before the Duke of Albany’s Palace.)

Enter Goneril and Edmund.

GONERIL
Welcome, my Lord; I marvel our mild husband

Not met us on the way.
Enter Oswald.
Now, where’s your master?

OSWALD
Madam, within; but never man so chang’d.

I told him of the army that was landed;
He smil’d at it: I told him you were coming; [5]
His answer was ‘The worse’: of Gloucester’s treachery,
And of the loyal service of his son,
When I inform’d him, then he call’d me sot,

And told me I had turn’d the wrong side out:
What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him; [10]
What like, offensive.

GONERIL
(to Edmund) Then shall you go no further.