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O let not womens weapons, water-drops,
mad. [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 hach 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 fuppresfion of passion in its very height, (a figure, which the Grezk shetoricians have callid, TorwinSIS) 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 motos præstat componere fluctus. What Lear immediately fubjoins here, I will do such things, ----What they are, yet I knoru not--..- - seems to carry the visible marks of imita
- Magrum eft quodcunque paravi;
Ovid. Metam. 1. 6.
Senec. in Thyeft.
Corn. 'Tis best to give him way, he leads himself. Gon. 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.
A form is heard with thunder and lightning. Enter Kent,
and a Gentleman, severally.
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements;
Kent. But who is with him ?
Gent. None but the fool, who labours to out-jeft His heart-struck injuries.
Kent. Sir, I do know you, And dare, upon the warrant of my note, Commend a dear thing to you. There's division (Although as yet the face of it is cover'd With mutual cunning) 'twixt Albany and Cornwall : Who have (as who have not, whom their
great stars (25) * Thron'd and set high ?) servants, who seem no less Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our ftate.
What hath been seen,
Gent. I'll talk further with you.
(25) Wbo bave, as wbo 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 underftood; and the lines seem absolutely necessary to clear up the motives, upon which France prepar'd his invasion: nor without them is the senie of the context compleat.
For confirmation that I am much more
Gent. Give me your hand, have you no more to say?
[Exeunt severally. Storm fill. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. Blow winds, and crack your cheeks; rage, blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout 'Till you have drencht our teeples, 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-taking thunder, Strike fat the thick rotundity o'th' world; Crack nature's mould, all germins spill at once (26) That make ingrateful man.
Fcol. (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 ger. 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 caonon 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, cmipa': 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, fpout 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! 'tis 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 kies Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark, And make them 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 wor'that ascertains my explication. In Winter's Tale;
Ler nature crush the sides o'th' earth together,