The following work is done by Catherine M. and Faye :)
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[Enter EDGAR]
EDGAR I heard 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 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 out-face
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 numb’d and mortified bare arms
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary;
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, 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.

EDGAR I heard I was declared to be broken! By hiding in the hollow of a tree, I was able to escape from people hunting me. Every port and every place is full of enforcers. They failed to catch me even with their perseverance. But I have to escape, I will survive! I will disguise to the basest and the poorest. A jamook that is beneath contempt, almost a beast! I will smudge my face with filth, wear only rags, knot and mat all my hair, and stand in the wind and rain naked. I will follow the jamooks out of insane asylums, howling around and piercing pins, skewer, nails, and sprigs of flower into the numb arms. With this horrible look, pray or curse to get charity from the streets. Call me crazy Turlygod! Or Poor Tom! Well, at least that’s something. As Edgar, I am nothing now.

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