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Be-monster not thy feature. Were't

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

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

Alb. Glofter's eyes

Mef. A fervant, that he bred, thrill'd with remorse,
Oppos'd against 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?

Mef. Both, both, my Lord.
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer:
"Tis from

your

fifter.
Gon. One way, I like this well;
Bui being widow, and my Gloster 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
Mes. Come with my Lady hither.
Alb. He's not here,
Me: No, my good Lord, I met him back again.
Alb. Knows he the wickedness ?

Mes. 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'dft the King,

And

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

[Exeunte

SCE N E, Dover.
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman.
HE King of France To suddenly gone

back!

Kent

. T Know you 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 Far.

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 trillid down Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, the was a Queen Over her passion, which, most 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 Which should express her good lieft; you have seen Sun-fhine and rain at once:

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(44) ber smiles and tears i Were like a better day.) Mr. Pope, who thought fit to restore this Scene from the old 4to, tacitly fuuk 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 rhyme and criticism, he has convinc'd us, do not always center in the same per-, 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, T.; give a few instances; Mucb Ado about Nothing,

Despight his nice fence and his active practice,

His May of youth and' bloom of fustihood,
Ricb. 2d.

My Queen to France, from whence, set forth in pompa
She came adorned hither like sweet May;
Sent back, like Hallowmass or fortest day.

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

1 Kent. Made fhe no verbal question ?

Gent. Yes, once, or twice, she heav'd the nameof Father
Pantingly forth, as if it prest her heart.
Cryd, fisters! fifters! Shame of Ladies! fifters!
Kent! Father! fifters! what ?' i' th’ storm? i'th’night
Let pity ne'er believe it!--there she shook
The holy water from her heav'nly eyes;
And;" clamour-motion'd, then away the 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?
Tifon of Atbens;

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

To th' April day again.
Hamlet;

O role of May! Dear maid!' kind fifter! &c. (45) And clamour-moiften’d,] This paffage, again, Mr. Pope funk upon us; and for the fame reason, I suppose. Mr. Warburton discover'd likewise, that this was corrupt: 'for tho' clamour, (as he obferves,) inay distort the mouth, it is not wont to moiflen the eyes, But clamour-mationed conveys a very beautiful idea of grief in Cordelia, and exactly in character. She bore her grief hitherto, says the rclater, in filence; but being no longer able to contain it, and wanting to vent it in groans and cries, the fies away and retires to her closet to deal with it in private. This he finely calls, clamour-mciion'd; or provok'd to a loud expression of her forrow, which drives her from company!- It is not impoflible, but Shakespeare might have form'd this fine picture of Cordelia's agony from holy writ

, in the conduct of Yo'eph; 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.

Gent

Gent. No, fince.

Kent. Well, Sir; the poor distressed Lear's in town
Who fometimes, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about; and by no means
Will yield to see his daughter.

Gent. Why, good Sir ?
Kent. A fov'reign

shame fo bows him; his unkindness,
That stript her from his benedition, turn's 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 Cornwal's pow'ss you heard not?
Gent. 'Tis fo, they are a-foot.

Kent. Well, Sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear:
And leave you'to attend him. Some dear cause
Will in concealment wrap me up awhile :
When I am known aright, you Thall not grieve
Lending me this acquaintance.. Pray, along with me.
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[Exeunty SCENE, a Camp, Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers. Cor.

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

With 146) Crown'd with rank fenitar;). There is no fueh herb, or weed, that can find, of English growth; tho' all the copies agree in the corruption. I dare say, 1 have restor'd 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 here ,

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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 our eye. 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 :
Our foster nurse of nature, is repose;
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,

many fimples operative, whose power Will close the eye of anguifh.

Cor. All bleft fecrets,
All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth,
Spring with my tears; be aidant, and remediate
In the good man's distress! seek, fcek for him;
Lelt ħis ungovern'd rage dissolve the life,
hat wants the means to lead it.
Enter a Messenger.

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Mej. News, Madam ;
The British pow'rs are marching hitherward.

Cor. 'Tis known before. Our preparation stands In expectation of them. - O dear father, It is thy business that I go about: therefore great Frangi 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 fee þim!.: isins [Exeunta which smoke has, of making the eyes water. And ag to the growth of it, Pliny tells us particularly that it springs up in gardens and fields of barley; (Nafcitur in borris et segetibus bordeaceis) which our author here calls, in our fuftaining corn -] 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 Slide, in progress of time, into fenitar.

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