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mowing; who since possesses chambermaids

and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!]

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,

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?

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,

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.

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;

He smil'd at it: I told him you were coming;

 69 slaves: makes a slave of

ordinance: divine dispensation

72 Dover; cf. n. 