Imatges de pÓgina

Be-monster not thy feature. Were't


fitnefs To let these hands obey my (boiling] blood, They're apt enough to difocate and tear 'Thy Aesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend, A woman's shape doth shield thee. Gen. Marry, your manhood now!

Enter Messenger. Mef. Oh, my good Lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead Şlain by his servant, going to put out The other eye of Gloster.

Alb. Glo'ster's eyes

Mes. A fervant, that he bred, thrill'd with remorse
Oppos'd againk the act; bending his sword
To his great master : who, thereat enrag'd,
Flew on him, and amongst them felld him dead :
But not without that harmful stroke, which since
Hath pluck'd him after.

Alb. This shews you are above,
You justices, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge. But O poor Glo'fter!
Loft he his other eye ?

M/. Both, both, my Lord.
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer:
Tis from your fifter.

Gon. One way, I like this well;
But being widow, and my Glo'fter with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life. Another way,
The news is not fo tart. I'll read, and answer. [Exita

Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes
Mef. Come with my Lady hither.
Alb. He's not here,
Mef. No, my good Lord, I met him back again.
Alb. Knows he the wickedness ?

Mef. Ay, my good Lord, 'twas he inform'd against him, And quit the house of purpose, that their punishment Might have the freer course.

Alb. Glofter, I live To thank thee for the love thou thew'dit the King,


And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend,
Tell me, what more thou know'ft.

[Exeunt SCENE, Dover.

Enter Kent, and a Gentleman.
Kent. HE King of France so suddenly gone back!



the reason?
Gent. Something he left imperfect in the fate,
Which since his coming forth is thought of, which.
Imports the kingdom so much fear and danger,
That his return was most requir'd and necessary.

Kent. Who hath he left behind him General?
Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monsieur le Faro,

Kent. Did your letters pierce the Queen to any de monftration of grief?

Gent. Ay, Sir, The took 'em, read 'em în my presence
And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, the was a Queen
Over her paffion, which, moft rebel-like,
Sought to be King o'er her.

Kent. O, then it mov'd her.-
Gent. But not to rage. Patience and sorrow strove 3
Which Mould express her good lieft; you have seen
Sun-line and rain at once:-her smiles and tears (44)



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(44) ber smiles and rears
Were like a better day.) Mr. Pope, who thought fit to restore this
scene from the old 410, tacitly funk this passage upon us, because he
did not understand it. Indeed, it is corrupt; and he might have...
done himself some 'honour in attempting the cure; but rby me and
criticism, he has convinc'd us, do not always center in the same pero
son. My friend. Mr. Warburton, with very happy fagacity struck out
the emendation, which I have inserted in the text. And in confira
mation of it I must observe that it is very familiar with our poet, in
the description of persons, to allude to the seasons of the year, To
give a few inftançes; Mucb Ado about Nothing.

Despight his nice fence and his active practice,

His May of youth and bloom of luftihood,
Ricb. 2d.

My Queen to France, from whence, set forth in pompy
She came adorned hither like sweet Máy;
Sent back, like Hallowmass, or shortest day.

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Were like a wetter May.' Those happieft smiles,
That play'd on her ripe lip, feem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thences
As pearls from diamonds dropt. - In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most belov’d,
Vall could to become it.

. Kent. Made she no verbal question ?

Gent. Yes, once, or twice, she heav'd the name of Father
Pantingly forth, as if it prest her heart.
Cry'd, lifters ! fifters! --Shame of Ladies! fifters!
Kent! Father! fifters! what?' i'th' storm ? i'th' night?
Let pity ne'er believe it there the shook
The holy water from her heav'nly eyes;
And;" clamour-motion’d, then away she started (45)
To deal with grief alone.

Kent. - It is the stars,
The stars above' us, govern our conditions:
Else one self-mate and mate could not beget
Such diff'rent issues. Spoke you with her since ?

Gent. No.

Kent. Was this before the King return'd.
Tithon of Atbens;

She whom the fpittle-house and ulc'rous fores
Would caft the gorge at, this embalms and spices

To th' April day again.

O rose of May ! Dear maid!' kind lifter! &c. (45) And clamour-moiften’d,] This paffage, again, Mr. Pope funk vpon us; and for the fame reason, I suppose. Mr. Warburton difcover'd likewise, that this was corrupt: for tho' clamour, (as he obferves,) may distort the mouth, it is not wont to moisen the eyes, But clamour-mationed conveys a very beautiful idea of grief in Corde lia, and exactly in character. She bore her grief hitherto, says the relater, in filence; but being no longer able to contain it, and wanting to vent it in groans and cries, ħe flies away and retires to her closet to deal with it in private. This he finely calls, clamour-moriond; or provok'd to a loud expression of her forrow, which drivesher from company!- It is not impossible, but Shakespeare might have form'd this fine picture of Cordelia's agony from holy writ, in the conduct of yo'epb; who, being no longer able to restrain the vehemence of his affection, commanded all his retinue from his presence; and then wept aloud, and discover'd himself to his brethren.


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Gent. No, fince.
Kent. Well, Sir; the poor diftreffed Lear's in town,
Who sometimes, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about; and by no means
Will yield to see his daughtet.

's zimutators! I
Gent. Why, good Sir?
Kent: A fovreign shame fo bows him; his unkinäners
That stript her from his benediétion, türn'd her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters; These things sting him
So venomously, that burning shame detains him
From his Cordelia.

Gent. Alack, poor gentleman!
Kent. Of Albany's, and Cornwall's pow'ss you heard not?
Gent. Tis fo, they are a-foot.
Kent. Well, Sirp

I'll to our master Lear,
And leave you to attend him. Some dear cause
Will in concealment wrap me up awhite :
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve
Lending me this acquaintance. : Pray, along with me.

(Exeunty SCENE, a Camp,

Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldierse


Lack, 'us' her why, he was met even now

As mad as the vext sea; singing aloud si Crown'd with rank fumiterry and furrow-weeds, (46)


Tento 146) Crown'd with rank-fenitars). There is no fueh herby or weeds.) that I can find, of English growth; tho' all the copies agree in the corruption. I dare say, I have resford its right name; and we meet with it again in our author's Henry V. and partly in the same company as we have it hereg 7,

- her fallow leas The darnel, bemlook, and rank fumitory For this weed is call’d both fumitory and fumiterr, nearer to the French derivation fume-terre: which the Latin shopmen term fumaria It is the fame, which by Pliny (from Diofcorides and the other Greek physicians) is axmed xanavàs : because the juice of it has the effect,

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With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that

grow in our sustaining corn. Send forth a cent'ry; Search every acre in the high-grown field, And bring him to oureye, What can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense, He, that helps him, take all my outward worth.

Phys. There are means, Madam:
Oar foster nurse of nature, is repose;
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguifh.

Cor. All bleft fecrets,
All you unpublith'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears; be aidant, and remediate
In the good man's distress! feek, fcek for him;
Lest his ungovern'd rage disolve the life,
That wants the means to lead it.

Enter a Meffenger.
Mes News, Madam :.' -. . ..!!
The British pow'rs are marching hitherward.

Cor. 'Tis known before. Our preparațion stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy bufinefs that I go about: therefore great Frange
My mourning and important tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth' qur'arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right:
Soon may I hear, and see him!..: 1 setti: [Exeunta

which smoke has, of making the eyes water. And as to the growth of it, Pliny tells us particularly that it springs up in gardens and fields of barley; (Nafcitur in bonis et segeribus bordeaceis) which our author here calls, in our fuftaining corn. -J observe; in Cbaucerlit is written femetere; by a corruption either of the scribe, or of vulgar pronunciation; if of the latter, it might from thence easily, Nideg. in progress of time, into fenitar..


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