GLOUCESTER I have no way and therefore want no eyes: I stumbled when I saw. Full oft ’tis seen Our means secure us, and our mere defects22 Prove our commodities23. O dear son Edgar, The food of thy abusèd24 father’s wrath! Might I but live to see thee in my touch, I’d say I had eyes again! OLD MAN How now? Who’s there? Aside EDGAR O gods! Who is’t can say, ‘I am at the worst’? I am worse than e’er I was. OLD MAN ’Tis poor mad Tom. Aside EDGAR And worse I may be yet: the worst is not31 So long as we can say ‘This is the worst.’
