:20:02
Away, good friend, be gone.
:20:05
Thy comforts can do me no good
at all, thee they may hurt.
:20:09
Alack, sir, you cannot see your way.
:20:12
I have no way,
and therefore want no eyes.
:20:17
I stumbled when I saw.
:20:21
O dear son Edgar!
:20:24
Might I but live
to see thee in my touch,
:20:27
I'ld say I had eyes again!
:20:34
Tis poor mad Tom.
Fellow, where goest?
:20:40
Is it the naked beggar-man?
:20:42
Madman and beggar too.
:20:43
He has some reason, else he could
not beg.
:20:46
In the last night's storm I such
a fellow saw.
:20:49
Which made me think
a man a worm.
:20:54
My son came then into my mind.
:20:58
I have heard more since.
:21:02
As flies to wanton boys,
are we to the gods.
:21:05
They kill us for their sport.
:21:09
I will entreat him to lead me.
:21:12
Alack, sir, he is mad.
:21:17
Tis the times' plague,
when madmen lead the blind.
:21:23
- Sirrah, naked fellow!
- Poor Tom's a-cold.
:21:28
Come hither, fellow.
:21:31
I cannot daub it further.
:21:34
And yet I must.
:21:41
Bless thy sweet eyes,
they bleed.
:21:44
Know'st thou the way to Dover?
:21:47
Both stile and gate,
horse-way and foot-path.
:21:51
Poor Tom hath been scared. Bless
thee, good man, from the foul fiend.
:21:56
Here, take this purse.
:21:59
- Dost thou know Dover?
- Ay, master.