Page 1891 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles; half way down
Hangs one that gathers sampire, dreadful trade! [15]
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.

The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark
Diminish’d to her cock, her cock a buoy
Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge, [20]

That on th’unnumber’d idle pebble chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I’ll look no more,
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.

GLOUCESTER
Set me where you stand.

EDGAR
Give me your hand; you are now within a foot [25]
Of th’extreme verge: for all beneath the moon
Would I not leap upright.

GLOUCESTER
Let go my hand.

Here, friend, ’s another purse; in it a jewel
Well worth a poor man’s taking: fairies and Gods
Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off; [30]
Bid me farewell, and let me hear thee going.

EDGAR
Now fare ye well, good sir.

GLOUCESTER
With all my heart.

EDGAR
(aside) Why I do trifle thus with his despair
Is done to cure it.