Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. And by the happy hollow of a Tree,
Edg. Escap'd the hunt. No Port is free, no place
Edg. That guard, and most vnusall vigilance
Edg. Do's not attend my taking. Whiles I may scape
Edg. I will preserue myselfe: and am bethought
Edg. To take the basest, and most poorest shape
Edg. That euer penury in contempt of man,
Edg. Brought neere to beast; my face Ile grime with filth,
Edg. Blanket my loines, else all my haires in knots,
Edg. And with presented nakednesse out‐face
Edg. The Windes, and persecutions of the skie;
Edg. The Country giues me proofe, and president
Edg. Of Bedlam beggers, who with roaring voices,
Edg. Strike in their num'd and mortified Armes.
Edg. Pins, Wodden‐prickes, Nayles, Sprigs of Rosemarie:
Edg. And with this horrible obiect, from low Farmes,
Edg. Poore pelting Villages, Sheeps‐Coates, and Milles,
Edg. Sometimes with Lunaticke bans, sometime with Praiers
Edg. Inforce their charitie: poore Turlygod poore Tom,
Edg. That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am.