Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now, That you fo oft have boasted to retain ? Edg My tears begin to take his part fo much, They mar my counterfeiting. Lear.. The little dogs and all,. Afide. Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, fee, they bark at me. Edg. Tom will throw his head at them... Avant, you curs!.. Be thy mouth or black or white, Do de, de de. Seffey, come, march to wakes and fairs,.. And market towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry. Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her heart.. Is there any caufe in nature. that makes these hard hearts ?You; Sir, I entertain for one of my hundred only, I do not like the fafhion of your garments: You will fay, they are PerJian; but let them be chang'd. Re-enter Glo'fter. Kent. Now, good my Lord, lie here and reft a while. 9 brachy, or hym, &c.] Names of particular forts of dogs. lym. an interjection enforcing ceffation of any action, likes be quiet, POPE. have done. It. feems to have Sir T. Hanmer for hym reads "been gradually corrupted into, Here is Seey again, which Fly born is dry. Men that I take to be the French word begged under pretence of lunaceffe pronounced refey, which..cy ufed formerly to carry a horn, was, I fuppofe, like fome others and blow it through the streets." in common ufe among us. It is Lear. Lear. Make no noise, make no noife, draw the curtains. So, fo, we'll go to fupper i'th' morning... Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon. Glo. Come hither, friend. Where is the King, my mafter?: Kent. Here, Sir, but trouble him not; his wits are gone. Glo. Good friend, I pr'ythee, take him in thy arms. I have o'er heard a plot of death:upon him. There is a litter ready, lay him in't, And drive tow'rd Dover, friend, where thou fhalt meet Both welcome and protection. Take up thy mafter. If thou should dally half an hour, his life, . With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Kent. Oppreft Nature fleeps. This Reft might yet have balm'd thy broken Senfes,. Stand in bard Cure: Come; help to bear thy Mafter; Glo. Come, come, away. [To Fool. [Exeunt, bearing off the King. Manet Edgar. Edg. When we our Better's fee bearing our Woes, We Jcarcely think our Miferies our Foes. Who alone fuffers, fuffers most i'th' mind; Leaving * free things, and happy Shows behind: But then the Mind much Suff'rance does o'erfkip, When Grief bath Mates, and Bearing, Fellowship. How light, and portable, my pain feems now, When that, which makes me bend, makes the King bow He childed, as I father'd!-Tom, away; + Mark the high Noifes, and thyself bewray, When falfe Opinion, whofe wrong Thought defiles thee, In thy juft Proof repeals, and reconciles thee. What will, bap more to Night; fafe 'scape the King!. Lurk, Lurk. [Exit, Edgar. SCENE. x.. Changes to Glofter's Cafile. Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Edmund, and Corn. Pos Servants. OST fpeedily to my Lord your husband, fhew him this letter. The army of France is landed. Seek out the traitor Glofter. Reg. Hang him inftantly. Gon. Pluck out his eyes. Corn. Leave him to my difpleasure. Edmund, keep you our fifter company; the revenges, we are bound to take upon your traiterous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advife the Duke, where you are going, to a molt feftinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our Pofts fhall be fwift, and intelligent be- twixt us. Farewel, dear fifter. Farewel, my Lord of Glofter. Enter Steward. How now? where's the King? Stew. My Lord of Glofter hath convey'd him hence. Some five or fix and thirty of his Knights, Hot Queftrifts after him, met him at gate, Corn, Get horfes for your miftrefs. Gon. Farewel, fweet Lord, and fifter. [Exeunt Gon, and Edm. Corn. Edmund, farewel.-Go feek the traitor Glo'fter, Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us; Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of juftice; yet our pow'r Shall do a court'fy to our wrath, which men May blame, but not controll. Enter Glo'fter, brought in by Servants. Who's there? the traitor? Reg. Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. * Corn. Bind faft his corky arms. Glo. What mean your Graces? Good. my Friends, confider, You are my Guests: Do me no foul play, friends. Corn. Bind him, I fay, Reg. Hard, hard. O filthy traitor! [They bind him. Glo. Unmerciful lady as you are! I'm none. —my Lord of Glo'fter.] Meaning Edmund, newly invested with his Father's titles. The Steward, fpeaking immediately after, H 3 mentions the old Duke by the fame title. -corky arms. ] Dry, withered, husky arms. Corn. Corn. To this chair bind him. Villain, thou fhalt find [Regan plucks his beard. Glo. By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard. Reg. o white, and such a traitor? Thefe hairs, whi h thou dost ravish from my chin,. 6 You should not ruffle thus. What will you do?. Corn. Come, Sir, what letters had you 'late from France? •Reg. Be fimple-anfwer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confed'racy have you with the traitors, Late footed in the kingdom? 5 By the kind gods,- -] We are not to understand by this the Gods in general, who are bene ficent and kid to men; but that particular fpecies of them called by the ancients Di bfpitales, kind Gods. So Plautus in Panulo, Deum hofpitalem ac tefferam mecum fero, This was a beautiful exclamation, as those who infulted the speaker were his Grefts, whom he had hofpitably received into his houfe. But to lay the truth, Shakespear never makes his people fwear at random. Of his propriety in this matter take the following inftances. In Troilus and Creffida, Æneas, in an expoftulation with Diomede, fwears by the band of his mother Venus, as a covert reproof for Diomede's brutality in wounding the Goddefs of Beauty in the hand, and a fecret inti mation. that he would revenge. By all the operations of the orbs, 6 -my bofpitable FAVOURS] It is nonfenfe to understand it of gifts, kindneffes, &c. We should read FAVOUR, i. e. vifage. For they pluck'd him by the beards.. WARBURTON. |