mowing; who since possesses chambermaids
and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!] 64
Glo. 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, 68
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
So distribution should undo excess,
And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover? 72
Edg. Ay, master.
Glo. There is a cliff, whose high and bending head
Looks fearfully in the confined deep;
Bring me but to the very brim of it, 76
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear
With something rich about me; from that place
I shall no leading need.
Edg. Give me thy arm:
Poor Tom shall lead thee. Exeunt.
Scene Two
[Before the Duke of Albany's Palace]
Enter Goneril, Bastard [Edmund], and Steward [Oswald.]
Gon. Welcome, my lord; I marvel our mild husband
Not met us on the way. Now, where's your master?
Osw. Madam, within; but never man so chang'd.
I told him of the army that was landed; 4
He smil'd at it: I told him you were coming;
69 slaves: makes a slave of
ordinance: divine dispensation
72 Dover; cf. n.
