_Kent._ Pray, do not, sir: I have watch'd and travell'd hard;[3283] 150 Some time I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.[3284] A good man's fortune may grow out at heels: Give you good morrow! _Glou._ The duke's to blame in this; 'twill be ill taken. [_Exit._[3285] _Kent._ Good king, that must approve the common saw, 155 Thou out of heaven's benediction comest[3286] To the warm sun! Approach, thou beacon to this under globe,[3287][3288] That by thy comfortable beams I may[3287] Peruse this letter! Nothing almost sees miracles[3287][3289] 160 But misery: I know 'tis from Cordelia,[3287][3290] Who hath most fortunately been inform'd[3287][3291] Of my obscured course; and shall find time[3287][3292][3293] From this enormous state, seeking to give[3287][3293][3294] Losses their remedies. All weary and o'er-watch'd,[3287][3295] 165 Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold[3296] This shameful lodging.[3297] Fortune, good night: smile once more; turn thy wheel![3297] [_Sleeps._[3298] SCENE III. _A wood._ _Enter_ EDGAR.[3299] _Edg._ I heard myself proclaim'd;[3300] And by the happy hollow of a tree Escaped the hunt. No port is free; no place, That guard and most unusual vigilance[3301] Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may 'scape[3302] 5 I will preserve myself: and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape[3303] That ever penury in contempt of man Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth, Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,[3304] 10 And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky.[3305] The country gives me proof and precedent[3306] Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms[3307] 15 Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;[3308] And with this horrible object, from low farms,[3309] Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills,[3310] Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,[3311] Enforce their charity. Poor Turlygod! poor Tom![3312] 20 That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am. [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _Before Gloucester's castle. Kent in the stocks._ _Enter_ LEAR, Fool, _and_ Gentleman.[3313] _Lear._ 'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,[3314] And not send back my messenger.[3315] _Gent._ As I learn'd,[3316] The night before there was no purpose in them[3316][3317] Of this remove.[3316][3318] _Kent._ Hail to thee, noble master!