Edg.
I heard ^note myself proclaim'd;
And by the happy hollow of a tree
Escaped the hunt. No port is free; no place,

That guard and most unusual ^note vigilance
Does ^note not attend my taking. Whiles ^note I may 'scape
I will preserve myself: and am bethought
To take the basest and most ^note poorest shape
That ever penury in contempt of man
Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth,
Blanket my loins, elf ^note all my hair ^note in ^note knots,
And with presented nakedness out-face
The winds ^note and persecutions ^note of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent ^note
Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices
Strike ^note in their numb'd and ^note mortified bare ^note arms
Pins ^note, wooden ^note pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
And with this horrible object, from ^note low farms ^note,
Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes ^note and mills ^note,
Sometime ^note with lunatic bans, sometime ^note with prayers,
Enforce their ^note charity. Poor Turlygod ^note! poor Tom!
That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am. [Exit.

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