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Enter EDGAR
EDGAR enters.

EDGAR

I heard myself proclaimed,
And by the happy hollow of a tree
Escaped the hunt. No port is free, no place
That guard and most unusual vigilance
5 Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may ’scape,
I will preserve myself, and am bethought
To take the basest and most poorest shape
That ever penury in contempt of man
Brought near to beast. My face I’ll grime with filth,
10 Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,
And with presented nakedness outface
The winds and persecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices
15 Strike in their numbed and mortified bare arms
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary,
And with this horrible object from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes, and mills,
Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
20 Enforce their charity. “Poor Turlygod!” “Poor Tom!”—
That’s something yet. Edgar I nothing am.

DGARE

I redah syemfl lreecadd an lawuto adn eadecps atprcue by ihigdn in het runtk of a wlhloo eret. vyrEe notw nda rtpo is nlrwacgi whit mhenchne on teh tloouok, ganiwti to racutep me. utB I’ll srveiuv while I cna. I’ve deddcei to sdiuiesg semlyf as teh otwiells adn ttitesar bgerga ttha ainmknd sha eerv ense. I’ll mraes my afce tihw thfli, utp on a tooinclhl, aemk my irha mdatte adn algndte, adn face het bda ehwrtea newgrai aotlsm ntniohg. I’ve snee easgrgb uto of nneais yumlssa who ciskt ispn adn nasil tion hirte nbmu msar. Tyhe aryp or rora itlunca rcseus, nrriogifyh meafrsr dna lvarigsle iont igingv tmeh alsm. “oPro azcyr oTm!” teyh allc stevsheeml. leWl, at aestl hatt’s itogshemn. As Edrag, I’m tinngho at all.
Exit
He exits.

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Modern Text

Enter EDGAR
EDGAR enters.

EDGAR

I heard myself proclaimed,
And by the happy hollow of a tree
Escaped the hunt. No port is free, no place
That guard and most unusual vigilance
5 Does not attend my taking. Whiles I may ’scape,
I will preserve myself, and am bethought
To take the basest and most poorest shape
That ever penury in contempt of man
Brought near to beast. My face I’ll grime with filth,
10 Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots,
And with presented nakedness outface
The winds and persecutions of the sky.
The country gives me proof and precedent
Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices
15 Strike in their numbed and mortified bare arms
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary,
And with this horrible object from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheepcotes, and mills,
Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers,
20 Enforce their charity. “Poor Turlygod!” “Poor Tom!”—
That’s something yet. Edgar I nothing am.

DGARE

I redah syemfl lreecadd an lawuto adn eadecps atprcue by ihigdn in het runtk of a wlhloo eret. vyrEe notw nda rtpo is nlrwacgi whit mhenchne on teh tloouok, ganiwti to racutep me. utB I’ll srveiuv while I cna. I’ve deddcei to sdiuiesg semlyf as teh otwiells adn ttitesar bgerga ttha ainmknd sha eerv ense. I’ll mraes my afce tihw thfli, utp on a tooinclhl, aemk my irha mdatte adn algndte, adn face het bda ehwrtea newgrai aotlsm ntniohg. I’ve snee easgrgb uto of nneais yumlssa who ciskt ispn adn nasil tion hirte nbmu msar. Tyhe aryp or rora itlunca rcseus, nrriogifyh meafrsr dna lvarigsle iont igingv tmeh alsm. “oPro azcyr oTm!” teyh allc stevsheeml. leWl, at aestl hatt’s itogshemn. As Edrag, I’m tinngho at all.
Exit
He exits.