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Lear. If you lye, sirrah, we'll have you whipt.

Fool. I marvel, what kin thou and thy daughters are: they'll have me whipt for speaking true, thou'lt have me whipt for lying; and, sometimes, I am whipt for holding my peace. I had rather be any kind o'thing than a fool, and yet I would not be thee, nuncle ; thou hast pared thy wit o’both sides, and left nothing i’th’middle; here comes one o'th' parings.

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Lear. How now, daughter, what makes that fronte let on! You are too much of late i'th' frown.

Fool. Thou wast a pretty fellow, when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning; now thou art ano without a figure; I am better than thou art now; I am a fool, thou art nothing.- Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue ; (To Gonerill.] so


face bids me, tho' you say nothing. Mum, mum, He that keeps nor crust nor crum, (Singing.

Weary of all, shall want some. That's a sheal'd peascod,

(Pointing to Lear. Gon. Not only, Sir, thus your all-licens'd fool, But others of your insolent retinue, Do hourly carp and quarrel, breaking forth In rank and not to be endured riots. I thought, by making this well known unto you,

T' have found a safe redress, but now grow fearful, By what yourself too late have spoke and done, That you protect this course, and put it on allowance ; if

you should, the fault Would not 'scape censure, nor the redresses sleep, Which, in the tender of a wholesome weal, Might in their working do you that offence,

By your

Which else were shame, that then necessity
Will call discreet proceeding.

Fool. For you know, nuncle,
The bedge sparrow fed the Cuckoo so long,
That it bad its bead bit off by its Young,
So out went the candle, and we were left darkling.

Lear. Are you our daughter?
Gon. I would, you would make use of your good

Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away
These dispositions, which of late transport you
From what you rightly are.

Fool. May not an Ass know when the cart draws the horse ? * Whoop, Jug, I love thee.

Lear. Does any here know me? This is not Lear. Does Lear walk thus? speak thus ? where are his eyes? Either his notion weakens, his discernings Are lethargy'd-Ha! waking ?-'tis not so. Who is it that can tell me who I am ?

9 Fool. Lear's shadow.

Wbaop, Jug, &c.] There lowing note : are in the fool's speeches several for by the merke passages which seem to be pro- Of sovereignty, of knowledge, verbial allusions, perhaps not and of reason.] His daughnow to be understood.

ters prove so unnatural, that, if 9 Fool. Lear's shadow.) I he were only to judge by the reahave given this passage accord- son of things, he must conclude, ing to the first folio. The quar- they cannot be his daughters. to, which the modern editors This is the thought. But how have followed, makes Lear con- does his kingship or sovereignty tinue the speech thus:

enable hiin to judge in this mat. who I am ?

ter: The line, by being false Lear's fadow? I would learn pointed, has loft its sense. We

that ; for by the marks should read, Of fovereignty, of knowledge Of lovereignty of knowledge, and refon,

i e. the underltanding. He calls I should be falle persuaded I had it, by an equally fine phrase, in daughters.

Ham'et, Sou'reignty of reason. Your name, fair gentlewoman? And it is remarkable that the E. I think the folio in this place ditors had depraved it there too. preferable. Dr. Warburton has See Note, Act 1. Scene 7. of that inserted these lines with the fol- play.




Lear. Your name, fair gentlewoman?

Gon. This admiration, Sir, is much o'th' favour
Of other your new pranks. I do beseech you,
To understand my purposes aright.
You, as you're old and reverend, should be wise.
Here do you keep a hundred Knights and Squires,
Men so disorder’d, so debauch'd and bold,
That this our Court, infected with their manners,
Shews like a riotous Inn; Epicurism and lust
Make it more like a tavern or a brothel,
Than a grac'd palace. The shame itself doth speak
For instant rimedy. Be then desir'd
By her that else will take the thing she begs,

Of fifty to disquantity your train;
And the remainders, that shall still depend,
To be such men as may befort your age,
And know themselves and you.

Lear. Darkness and devils !
Saddle my horses, call my train together.

Degen’rate bastard! I'll not trouble thee ;
Yet have I left a daughter.
Gon. You strike my people, and your disorder'd

rabble Make fervants of their betters.

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To ibem, Enter Albany. Lear. Woe! that too late repents-0, Sir, are you

come ? Is it your will ? Speak, Sir.-Prepare my horses.

[To Albany

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Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous, when thou shew'st thee in a child,
Than the sea monster.

Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient.
Lear. Derefted kite! thou liest.

[To Gonerill. My train are men of choice and rarest

parts, That all particulars of duty know; And in the most exact regard support The worships of their names. O most small fault! How ugly didst thou in Cordelia shew ? Which, like an engine, wrencht my frame of nature From the fixt place; drew from my heart all love, And added to the gall. O Lenr, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, (Striking bis bead. And thy dear judgment out.-Go, go, my people.

Alb. My Lord, I'm guiltlefs, as I'm ignorant,
Of what hath moved you.

Lear. It may be so, my Lord
Hear, Nature, hear; dear Goddess, hear!
Suspend thy purpose, if thou didit intend
To make this creature fruitful ;
Into her womb convey fterility,
Dry up in her the organs of increase,
And from her derogate body never spring
A Babe to honour her! If she must teem,
Create her child of spleen, that it may live,
And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her ;
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth,
* With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks :


and again,

from ber derogate body] De ly after, rogate, for unnatural.

these hot rears that break Rather, I think, degraded ; from me perforce, blasted. * With cadent tears, -] We

-my own tears fhould read, candent, i. e. hot, Do scald like molten lead. scalding. More agreeable to the

WARBURTON. passionate imprecation of the This emendation, if candent speaker; and to his usual phrase- be a word any where to be found, ology: as where he says present- is elegant, but not necessary.


Turn all her mother's pains and benefits
To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is,
To have a thankless child.-Go, go, my people.
Alb. Now, Gods, that we adore, wherefore comes

Gon. Never amict yourself to know more of it,
But let his difpofition have that scope,
That dotage gives it.

Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
Within a fortnight?

Alb. What's the matter, Sir?

Lear. I'll tell thee-Life and death! I am alham'd That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus ;

(To Gonerill. s That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them, - blalts and fogs upon

Th’untented woundings of a father's curse
Pierce every sense about thee! Old fond eyes,
Beweep this cause again, I'll pluck ye out,
And cast you, with the waters that you lose,
To temper clay. Ha! is it come to this?
• Let it be so : I have another daughter,
Who, I am sure, is kind and comfortable ;
When she shall hear this of thee, with her nails
She'll fea thy wolfish visage. Thou shalt find,
That I'll resume the shape, which thou dost think
I have cast off for ever. [Exeunt Lear and attendants.

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5 I will transcribe this passage from me perforce, fould make the from the first edition, that it may worst blasts and fogs upon the wnappear to those who are unac- , tender woundings of a father's quainted with old books, what curse, perufe ere y ferje about the is the difficulty of revision, and old fond eyes, beu'eep this cause what indulgence is due to those again, &c. that endeavour to restore cor- The reading is here gleaned rupted passages.

from the first, and part That theje hot tears, that breake from the second edition.


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