• Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR disguised in peasant clothing

    GLOUCESTER

    When shall we come to th' top of that same hill?

    EDGAR

    You do climb up it now. Look how we labor.

    GLOUCESTER

    Methinks the ground is even.

    EDGAR

         Horrible steep.
    Hark, do you hear the sea?

    GLOUCESTER

       No, truly.

    EDGAR

    5Why then, your other senses grow imperfect
    By your eyes' anguish.

    GLOUCESTER

       So may it be indeed.
    Methinks thy voice is altered, and thou speak’st
    In better phrase and matter than thou didst.

    EDGAR

    You’re much deceived. In nothing am I changed
    10But in my garments.

    GLOUCESTER

       Methinks you’re better spoken.

    EDGAR

    Come on, sir. Here’s the place. Stand still. How fearful
    And dizzy ’tis to cast one’s eyes so low!
    The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
    Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down
    15Hangs one that gathers samphire—dreadful trade!
    Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
    The fishermen that walk upon the beach
    Appear like mice. And yon tall anchoring bark,
  • GLOUCESTER enters with EDGAR, who is dressed as a peasant.

    GLOUCESTER

    When will we get to the top of that cliff?

    EDGAR

    We’re walking up to the top right now. See how hard it is to climb?

    GLOUCESTER

    The ground feels flat to me.

    EDGAR

    No, it’s dreadfully steep. Listen. Do you hear the sea?

    GLOUCESTER

    No, really, I don’t.

    EDGAR

    Then your other senses must be getting worse because of the trauma of blindness.

    GLOUCESTER

    It may be so. It seems to me that your voice has changed, and that your speech is more elegant than it used to be.

    EDGAR

    You’re mistaken about all that. The only thing different about me is my clothes.

    GLOUCESTER

    I think you’re more articulate.

    EDGAR

    Come on, sir. This is the place. Stand still. It’s so scary to look down! It makes me dizzy. The crows flying down below look as small as ants. Halfway down the cliff there’s somebody clinging to the rock and gathering wild herbs—a risky business! He looks like a dot to me. The fishermen walking along the beach are as small as mice. That big ship over there looks no bigger