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Lear. Pr’ythee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease; This Tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more-But I'll go in. * In, boy, go firft. (To the Fol.] You houseless po
vertyNay, get thee in ; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep
[Fool goes in, Poor naked wretches, wherefoe'er you are, That 'bide the pelting of this pitiless storm! How shall your houseless heads, and unfed fides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physick, Pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And shew the Heav'ns more juft.
Edg. (within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half!
Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a fpirit. Help me, help me. [The Fool runs out from the bozel,
Kent. Give me thy hand, who's there?
straw ? Come forth.
S CE N E VI.
Enter Edgar, disguis'd like a Madman. Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me. Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. * Humph, go to thy bed and warm thee.
' In, boy, co firft.) These two of forms, which affliction forces lines were added in the authour's on the mind. revision, and are only in the fo 2 Humpb, go to thy bed] So lio They are very judiciously the folio. The quarto, intended to represent that humi Go to thy cold bed and warm lity, or tendernes, or neglect tbee.
Lear. Didst thou give all to thy daughters? and art thou come to this?
Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath 3 led through fire and through flame, through ford and through whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire ; that hath + laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; sec ratsbane by his porridge ; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse over four inch'd bridges, to course his own hadow for a traitor. Bless thy five wits; Tom's e-cold. O do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from whirl-winds, star-blasting, and staking. Do poor 'Tom fone charity, whim the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now—and there—and here again, and there
[Storm still. Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to
this pass? -Couldst thou save nothing ? didst thou give 'em all ?
Fool. Nay, he reserv'd a blanket, else we had been all fhamed.
Lear. Now all the plagues, that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters!
K nt. He hath no daughters, Sir.
nature To fuch a lowness, but his unkind daughters. Is it the tashion, that discarded fathers Should have thus little mercy on their flesh ? Judicious punishment ! 'twas this Aelh begot Those pelican daughters. 3 led through fire and through curred to him in his melancholy
flame,] Alluding to the ig- moods. ais fatuus, fupposed to be lights s taking.] To take is to blast, kindled by mischievous beings to or strike with malignant influlead travellers into destruction.
4 laid knives under bis pillow,] -- rike her roung limbs He recounts the temptations by ré taking airs with lameness. which he was prompted to sui * -pelican daughters. The cide; the opportunities of de. young pelican is fabled to suck kroying himself which often oc. the mother's blood.
Edg. Pillicock sat on pillicock-hill, Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!
Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools, and madmen,
Edg. Take heed o'th' foul fiend. Obey thy parents. Keep thy word justly. Swear not. Commit not with man's sworn spouse. Set not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom's a-cold.
Lear. What haft thou been ?
Edg. A serving man, proud in heart and mind; that curld my hair, wore gloves in my cap, serv'd the luft of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heav'n. One that Nept in the contriving luft, and wak’d to do it. Wine lov’d 1 deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, out-paramour'd the Turk. False of heart, 7 light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in Noth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of Thoes, nor the rustling of filks, betray thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind: 8 says fuum, mun, nonny, dolphin my boy, boy, Sejley : let him trot by. [Storm ftill
wore gloves in my cap.] That Dolphins, my boy, cease, let him is, his Mistress's favours : which trot by. Of interpreting this was the fashion of that time. So there is not much hope or in the play called Camţ aspe, Thy much need. But any thing men turned 20 women, ihy Soldier's may be tried. The mad-man, to lovers, gloves worn in velvet now counterfeiting a proud cap , injtead of plumes in graven fit, supposes himself met on the beimets.
WARBURTON. road by some one that disputes 7 li ht of ear, ) i. e. credu- the way, and cries Hey !-Nlous.
WARBURTON. but altering his mind conde8 fa's fuum, mun, nonny, &c.] scends to let him pass, and calls Of this passage I can make no to his boy Dolphin [Rodolph] thing. I believe it corrupt: for not to contend with him. On wildness, not nonsense, is the ef- Dolphin, my boy', ceafe. Let lim feet of a difordered imagination. trot by. The quarto reads, kay no on ny,
Lear. Thou wert better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncover'd body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this ? Consider him well.
Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha ! here's three of us are sophisticated, thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings. Come. Unbutton here.
[Tearing off his clothes. Fool. Pr’ythee, nuncle, be contented; 'tis a naughty night to swim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart, a small spark, and all the rest on’s body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.
Edg. This is the foul Flibbertigibbet; he begins at Fliberdi= curfew, and walks till the first cock. He gives the *web gibbet. and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hair-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature hare tip of the earth.
9 Saint Withold footed thrice the Wold,
And aroynt thee, witch, aroynt tbee.
• web and pin,) Diseases of thus, the eye.
Saint Withold footed thrice the 9 Swithold foored thrice the wold, old, ] The old, my ingenious He met the night-n.are, and her Friend Mr. Biso:p fays, must be NAME TOLD, Wolt, which fignifies a Down, Bid her alight, and her troth or Ground, hilly and void of plight, Wood.
THEOBALD. And aroynt thee, witch, aroynt Saint Withold footed thrice
thee RIGHT. the wold,
i. e. Saint Withold traversing the He met the night-mare, and her Wold or Downs, met the nightNINE-FOLD,
mare; who having told her Bid ber alight, and her troth name, he obliged her to alight plight,
from those persons whom The Ana aroynt thee, witch, aroynt rides, and plight her troth to do tbee * ] We Tould read it no more mischief, This is taken
Enter Glo'ster, with a Torch.
Edg. Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole; the wall-newt, and the waternewt ; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for fallets, swallows the old rat, and the ditch dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool, who is whipt from tything to tything, and stock-punish’d, and imprison'd; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body;
Horse to ride, and weapon to wear ;
from a story of him in his le He wa'ks by day, so he does by gend. Hence he was invoked night ; as the patron faint against that And when he hid her found, distemper. And these verses He her beat and ber tound; were no other than a popular. Until to him her troth the charm, or night spell againit the plight, Epialtes. The last line is the She would not fiir from him that forinal execration or apostrophe night. of the speaker of the charm to
WARBURTON. the witch, aroynt thee right, i. e. In the old quarto the corrupdepart forthwith. Bidlams, Gip- tion is such as may deserve to be fies, and such like vagabonds, noted. Swithold footed tbrice the used to sell these kind of spells old another night Moore and ber or charms to the people. They nine fold tid her, light, and were of various hinds for vari- her troth plight, and arint thie, ous disorders. We have another with arint thee. of them in the Monsieur Thomas of - small deer] Sir Thomas Fletcher, which he exprefly calls Hanmer reads geer, and is fol. a night-Speil, and is in these lowed by Dr. Warburton. But words,
deer in old language is a general Saint George, Saint George, word for wild animals. our Lady's Knight,