EDMUND: This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, - often the surfeit of our own behaviour, - we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulturers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star! My father compounded with my mother under the dragons tail; and my nativity was under ursa major; so that it follows, I am rough and lecherous. - Fut, I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
Enter Edgar.
O, these eclipses do portend these divisions! fa, sol, la , mi
