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brother's evil disposition made him feek his death: but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reprovable badness in himself.

Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just this is the letter, which he spoke of; which approves bim an intelligent party to the advantages of France. Oh heavens! that this treason weie not; or not I the detector.

Corn. Go with me to the Dutchess.
Edm. If the matter of this

paper be certain, you

have mighty business in hand.

Corn. True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Glofter: seek out where thy father is, that he may be ready for our apprehension.

Edin. If I find him comforting the King, it will stuff bis fufpicion more fully--(afide. I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be fore between chat and my blood.

Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love.


SCENE, a Chamber, in a Farm-house.

Enter Kent, and Glo'fter.. Glo. Ere is better than the open air, take it

thankfully; I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can; I will not be long from you.

[Exit. Ķent. All the power of his witş has given way to his impatience: the gods reward your kindness!

Enter Lear, Edgar, and Fool. Edg. Fraterreto calls me, and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness; pray innocent, and beware the foul fiend. (32)

$32) Fraterrito cal's me, ] As Mr. Pope had begun to insert several speeches in the mad way, into this fcene, from the old edition; I. have ventur'd to replace several others, which fand upon the same fapting, and had an equal right of being reftor’d,


Fool. Pr'ythee, nuncle, tell me, whether a madmani be a gentleman, or a yeoman?

Lear. A King, a King.

Fool. No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his fon: for he's a mad yeoman, that sees his son a gentle. man before him,

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits
Come hizzing in upon 'em
Edg. The foul fiend bites


back. Fool. He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, the health of a horse, the love of a boy, or the oath of a whore.

Lear. It thall be done, I will arraign 'em ftrait.
Come sit thou here, most learned justicer ;
Thou sapient Sir, sit here-now, ye she-foxes !

Edg. Look, where the stands and glares. Wantek At tryal, Madam ?

(thou eyes Come o'er the Broom, Belly, to me. Fool. Her boat hath a leak, and the must not speak

Why she dares not come over to thee. Edg. The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale. Hopdance cries in Tom's belly for two white herrings. Croak not black angel I have no food for thee.

Kent. How do you, Sir ? stand you not so amaz'd; Will you lye down, and reft upon the cushions ?

Lear. I'll see their tryal first, bring me in the evidence.
Thou robed man of justice, take thy place;
And thou his yoke fellow of equity,
Bench by his fide. You are o'th' commission, fit you too.
Edg. Let us deal justly.
Sleepest, or wakeft thou, jolly Shepherd ?

Thy Sheep be in the Corn;
And for one Blast of thy minikin Mouth,

Thy Sheep shall take no Harm.
Purre, the cat, is

grey. Lear. Arraign her first, 'tis Gonerill. I here take my Oath before this honourable Affembly, she kick’d the poor King her father. Fool. Come hither, Miftress, is your name Gonerill? 3


Lrar. She cannot deny it.
Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a Joint-stool.

Lear. And here's another, whose wrapt looks proclaim What store her heart is made of. Stop her there ; Arms, arms, sword, fire, ---Corruption in the place ! False justicer, why haft thou let her scape ?

Edg. Bless thy five wits.

Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now, That you so oft have boafted to retain ?

Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, They mar my counterfeiting.

Afidia Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart; see, they bark at me-

Edg. Tom will throw his head at them; avaunt, you curs! Be thy mouth or black or white, Tooth that poisons if it bite; Maftiff, grey-hound, mungril grim, Hound or spaniel, brache, or hym; Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail, Tom will make him weep and wail: For, with throwing thus my head, Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled. Do, de, de, de: Seley, come, march to wakes and fairs, And market towns; poor Tom, thy horn is dry,

Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan- see what breeds about her heart-Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts? You, Sir, I entertain for one of my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments. You will say, they are Perfian; but let them be chang'd.

Re-enter Glo'ster, Kent. Now, good my Lord, lye here and rest a while.

Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the curtains; So, fo, we'll go to supper i' th' morning.

Fool. And I'll go to bed at noon.
Glo. Come hither, friend; where is the King, my

master? Kent. Here, Sir, but trouble him not; his wits are gore,


Glo. Good friend, I pr’ythee, take him in thy arms :
I have o'er heard a plot of death upon him:
There is a litter ready, lay him in't,
And drive tow'rd Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet
Both welcome and protection. Take up thy matter.
If thou Mould'st dally half an hour, his life,
With thine, and all that offer to defend him,
Stand in assured loss. Take


up, And follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct.

Kent. Oppreft Nature sleeps: (33) This rest might yet have balm'd thy broken senses, Which, if conveniency will not allow, Stand in hard cure. Come, help to bear thy master; Thou must not stay behind.

[To Fool, Glo. Come, come, away:

(Excunt, bearing off the King.

Manet Edgar. Edg. When we our betters fee bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers, suffers most i'th' mind; Leaving free things, and happy shows behind : But then the mind much suff'rance does o'erskip, When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship. How light, and portable, my pain seems now, When that, which makes me bend, makes the King bow; He childed, as I father'dTom, away; Mark the high noises, and thyself bewray, When false opinion, whose wrong thought defiles thee, In thy just proof repeals, and reconciles thee.

(33) opprefi Nature Neeps:] These two concluding speeches by Kent and Edgar, and which by no means ought to have been cut off, I have restored from the old quarto. The soliloquy of Edgar is extremely fine; and the sentiments of it are drawn equally from nature and the subject. Besides, with regard to the stage it is absolutely neceffary: For as Edgar is not defign’d, in the constitution of the play, to attend the king to Dover ; how abfurd would it look for a character of his importance to quit the scene without one word faid, er the least intimation what we are to expect from him ?


What will, hap more to night; safe scape the King!
Lurk, lurk.

[Exit Edgar.

SCENE changes to Glofter's Castle.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Edmund and

Servants. speedily to my Lord your husband, hew


seek out the traitor Glo'fter,

Reg. Hang him inftantly.
Gon. Pluck out his eyes.

Corn. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our fifter company; the revenges, we are bound to take upon your traiterous father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the Duke, where you are going, to a most feftinate preparation; we are bound to the like. Our Posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt aus. Farewel, dear fifter; farewel, my lord of Glofter,

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Enter Steward.
How now? Where's the King?

Stew. My Lord of Glo'fter hath convey'd him hence,
Some five or fix and thirty of his Knights,
Hot Queftritts after him, met him at gate ;
Who with some other of the Lords dependants,

with him tow'rd Dever; where they boaft
To have well-armed friends,

Corn. Get horses for your mistress.
Gon. Farewel, sweet Lord, and fifter.

[Exeunt Gon. and Edm. Corn. Edmund, farewel:

-go Teek the traitor Glor;
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us:
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice; yet our pow'r
Shall do a court'sy to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not controul.




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