Page 1890 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Enter Gloucester and Edgar dressed like a peasant.

GLOUCESTER
When shall I come to th’top of that same hill?

EDGAR
You do climb up it now; look how we labour.

GLOUCESTER
Methinks the ground is even.

EDGAR
Horrible steep:
Hark! do you hear the sea?

GLOUCESTER
No, truly.

EDGAR
Why, then your other senses grow imperfect [5]
By your eyes’ anguish.

GLOUCESTER
So may it be, indeed.
Methinks thy voice is alter’d, and thou speak’st

In better phrase and matter than thou didst.

EDGAR

You’re much deceiv’d; in nothing am I chang’d
But in my garments.

GLOUCESTER
Methinks you’re better spoken. [10]

EDGAR
Come on, sir; here’s the place: stand still. How fearful
And dizzy ’tis to cast one’s eyes so low!