Enter GLOUCESTER, and EDGAR disguised in peasant clothing
When shall we come to th' top of that same hill?
You do climb up it now. Look how we labor.
Methinks the ground is even.
Hark, do you hear the sea?
5Why then, your other senses grow imperfect
By your eyes' anguish.
So may it be indeed.
Methinks thy voice is altered, and thou speak’st
In better phrase and matter than thou didst.
You’re much deceived. In nothing am I changed
10But in my garments.
Methinks you’re better spoken.
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,