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O let not womens weapons, water-drops,
[Exeunt Lear, Glo'fter, Kent and Fool. Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.
[Storm and tempeft. Reg. This house is little; the old man and his people Cannot be well bestow'd.
Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himself from reft, And must needs taste his folly.
Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly ; But not one follower.
Gon. So am I purpos'd. Where is my Lord of Glofter ?
Enter Glo'fter. Corn. Follow'd the old man forth; he is return'd. Gle. The King is in high rage, and will I know not
Lear as alluding to this, makes his prayer exceeding pertinent and fine,
Mr. Warburton. (24) I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world sali-----] This fine abrupt breaking off, and fuppression of passion in its very height, (a figure, which the Greek shetoricians have call’d, ámociWTATIS) is very familiar with our author, as with other good writers, and always gives an energy to the subject. "That, by Neptune in the first book of the Æneis, is always quoted as a celebrated instance of this figure:
Quos ego-----Sed motus præstat componere fluctus. What Lear immediately fubjoins here, I will do such things ----What they are, yet I know not --. .- seems to carry the visible marks of imita
Magrum eft quodcunque paravi;
Ovid. Metam. 1. 6.
Senec. in Thyeji.
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way, he leads himself. Gor. My Lord, intreat him by no means to stay.
Glo. Alack, the night comes on: and the high winds
Reg. O Sir, to wilful men,
Corn. Shut up your doors, my Lord, 'tis a wild night. My Regan counsels well: come out o'th' storm.
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S CE N E, A Heath.
4 form is heard with thunder and lightning. Enter Kent,
and a Gentleman, severally.
The lion, and the belly-pinched wolf
Kent. But who is with him ?
Gent. None but the fool, who labours to out-jeft His heart-ftruck injuries.
Kent. Sir, I do know you,
banner-Now to you,
Gent. I'll talk further with you.
(25) Wbo bave, as who bave not ---] The eight subsequent verfes were degraded by Mr. Pope, as unintelligible, and to no purpose. For my part, I see nothing in them but what is very easy to be underfood; and the lines seem absolutely necessary to clear up the motives, upon which France prepar'd his invasion: nor without them is the (enie of the context compleat.
For confirmation that I am much more
Gent. Give me your hand, have you no more to say?
Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the King, (in which you take That way, I this :) he that first lights on him, Hollow the other. :
[Exeunt se-verally. Storm ftill. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. Blow winds, and crack your cheeks; rage, blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout 'Till
you have drencht our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You fulph’rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my white head. And thou all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th' world; Crack nature's mould, all germins spill at once (26) That make ingrateful man.
Fool. (26) Crack nature's mould, all germains Spill at once.] Thus all the editions have given us this passage, and Mr. Pope has explain'd gere mains, to mean, relations, or kindred elements. Then it must have been germanes (from the Latin adjective, germanus;) a word more than once used by our author, tho' always false spelt by his editors. So, in Hamlet;
The phrase would be more germane to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our fides : And so in Orbello;
You'll have your nephews neigh to you; You'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germanes.
But the poet means here, “ Crack nature's mould, and spill all " the seeds of matter, that are hoarded within it." To retrieve which sense, we must write germins; (a fubftantive deriv'd from germen, cropa': as the old gloffaries expound it;) and so we must again in Macbetb;
-Tho' the treasure
Fool. O nuncle, court-holy-water in a dry houfe is better than the rain-waters out o'door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters blefling: here's a night, that pities neither wise men nor fools.
Lear. Rumble thy belly full, spit fire, spout rain; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters; I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure;-here I stand, your slave; A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man ! But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this. Oh! oh! 'ris foul.
Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, has a good head-piece : The cod-piece that will houfe, before the head has any: The head and he shall lowse ; so beggars marry many: That man that makes his toe, what he his heart should
make, Shall of a corn cry woe, and turn his sleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass.
To them, Enter Kent.
Kent. Who's there! Fool. Marry here's grace, and a cod-piece, that's a wife man and a fool.
Kent. Alas, Sir, are you here? things that love night, Love not such nights as these : the wrathful skies Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark, And make ihem keep their caves: since I was man,
And to put this emendation beyond all doubt, I'll produce one more pallage, where our author not only uses the same thought again, but the worythat ascertains my explication. In Winter's Tale;
Ler nature crush the fides o'th'earth together,