Act 2, Scene 3
The open Country.
- [Enter Edgar.]
- Edgar
- 1202 I heard myself proclaim'd;
- 1203 And by the happy hollow of a tree
- 1204 Escap'd the hunt. No port is free; no place
- 1205 That guard and most unusual vigilance
- 1206 Does not attend my taking. While I may scape,
- 1207 I will preserve myself: and am bethought
- 1208 To take the basest and most poorest shape
- 1209 That ever penury, in contempt of man,
- 1210 Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth;
- 1211 Blanket my loins; elf all my hair in knots;
- 1212 And with presented nakedness outface
- 1213 The winds and persecutions of the sky.
- 1214 The country gives me proof and precedent
- 1215 Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
- 1216 Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms
- 1217 Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
- 1218 And with this horrible object, from low farms,
- 1219 Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills,
- 1220 Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
- 1221 Enforce their charity.—Poor Turlygod! poor Tom!
- 1222 That's something yet:—Edgar I nothing am.
- [Exit.]