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Edg. Pillicock fat on pillicock-hill, Halloo, halloo, loo, loo!

Fool. This cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen.

Edg. Take heed o'th' foul fiend. Obey thy parents. Keep thy word justly. Swear not. Commit not with man's sworn spouse. Set not thy sweet-heart on proud array. Tom's a-cold.

Lear. What haft thou been?

Edg. A serving-man, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair, wore gloves in my cap, serv'd the luft of my mistress's heart, and did the act of darkness with her; swore as many oaths as 1 spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heav'n. One that Nept in the contriving luft, and wak’d to do it. Wine lov'd I deeply; dice dearly; and in woman, out-paramour'd the Turk. False of heart, ? light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in Noth, fox in stealth, wolf in greedinessy dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of lilks, betray thy poor heart to woman. Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend. Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind : 8 fays suum, mun, nonny, dolphin my boy, boy, Sejley : let him trot by. [Storm still.

more gloves in my cap.] That Dolphins, my boy, cease, let him is, his Mistress's favours: which tror by. Of interpreting this was the fashion of that time. So there is not much hope or in the play called Campafpe, T by much need But any thing men turned 10 women, ihy Joldiers may be tried. The mad-man, to lovers, gloves worn in velvet now counterfeiting a proud caps, inftead of plumes in graven fit, supposes himself met on the belmets. WAR BURTON. road by some one that disputes

7 light of ear,) i.e. credu. the way, and cries Hey!--NOlous.

WARBURTON, but altering his mind condefays fuum, mun, nonny, &c.] scends to let him pass, and calls of this passage I can make no- to his boy Dolphin (Rodolph) thing. I believe it corrupt: for not to contend with him. On wildness, not nonsense, is the ef. Dolphin, my boy, cafe. Let him fect of a disordered imagination. trot by. The quarto reads, bay no on ny,


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Lear. Thou wert better in thy grave, than to answer with thy uncover d body this extensity of the skies. Is man no more than this ? Consider him well. Thou ow ft the worm no filk, the beait no hide, the sheep no wool, che cat no pertume. Ha! here's three of us are fophifticaced, thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked anin al as thou art. Off, off, you lendings. Come, Unbutton here.

[Tearing off bis clothes. Fiol Pry'tnte, nuncle, be contented; 'cis a naughty night to iwim in. Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lercher's heart, a small spark, and all the - reit on's body cold. Look, here comes a walking fire.

Edg. This is the foul Flbbertigibbet; he begins cuitew, and walks till the firstcock. He gives the web and the pin, 1quints the eye, and makes the hair lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of the earth.

9 Saint Withold footed th ice the Wold,
He met ibe night-mare, and ber name told,
Bid ber a ight, and her troth plight,

And aroynt ibee, witch, aroynt thee.
Kent. How fares your Grace ?


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I bee RIGHT. be wold,

i... Saint Wit bold traversing the He met the night-mari, and ber Wold or Downs, met the nightNINE FOLD,

mare; who having told her Bid ber alighi, and ber trorb name, he obliged her to alight plight,

from those persons whom the And aroynt thee, witch, aroynt rides, and pugbt her troth to do sbee ] We should read it no more mischief. This is taken


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Lear. What's he?
Kent. Who's there? what is't you feek?
Gla. What are you there? Your names ?

Edg. Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole; the wall-newt, and the waternewt; that in the fury of his heart, when the fout fiend rages, eats cow-dung for fallers, swallows the old rat, and the ditch dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool, who is whipt from tything to cything, and ftock-punifh'd, and imprison’d: who bach had three fuits to his back, fix shirts to his body; ... Horfe to ride, and weapon to wear ;

But mice, and rats, and such small deer
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

from a story of him in his le. He walks by day, so he does by gend. Hence he was invoked night; as the patron saint against that And

when he had her found, distemper. And there verses He ber bear and her bound; were no other than a popular Until to him her troch the charm, or nigbl-spell against the plight, Epialtes. The last line is the She would not fir fram bim that formal execration or apostrophe night. of the fpeaker of the charm to

WARBURTON. the witch, aroynt rbee rigbl, i.e. In the old quarto the corrupdepart forthwith. Bedlams, Gip. tion is such as may deserve to be fies, and fuck like vagabonds, noted. Swithoid footed brice the ufed to fell these kind of spells old another right Mcore and ber or charms to the people. They nina fold bid ber, o light, and were of various kinds for vari- her eroth plight, and arini obre, ous disorders. We have another with arint thee. of them in the Monfieur Thoma: of

mall deer) Sir Thomas Fletcher, which he exprefly calls Harmer reads geer, and is fola righe spell, and is in these lowed by Dr. Warburton. But words,

deer in old language is a general Saint George, Saint George, word for wild animals. beriladi,


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Beware my follower. Peace, Smolkin, peace, thou

fiend ! Glo. What, hath your Grace no better company?

Edg. The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman ; Mo bu he's called, and Mabu.

Glo. Our flesh and blood, my Lord, is grown so vila, That ic doth hate what gets it.

Edg. Tom's. a-cold.

Glo. Go in with me; my duty cannot suffer
Tobey in all your daughters' hard commands;
Though their injunction be to bar my doors,
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out,
And bring you, where both fire and food is ready,

Lear. First let me talk with this Philosopher.
What is the cause of thunder?

Kert. My good Lord, take his offer,
Go into th' houfe. :

Lear. I'll talk a word with this fame learned Tbeban.
-What is your ftudy?

Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin.
Lear. Let us alk you one word in private.
Kent. Importune him once more to go, my Lord.
His wits begin t'unsettle.
: Gto. Cantt thou blame him.

[Storm fort. His Daughters seek his death. Ah, that good Kent! He said, it would be thus--poor banifh'd man!

Thou say'st, the King grows mad; I'll tell theç, friend,
I'm almost mad myself; 'I had a fon,
Now out-law'd from my blood; he fought my life,
But lately, very-late ; I lov'd him, friend,
No father bis fon dearer. True to tell thee,
The grief hath craz'd' my wits. , What a nighe's this 1
I do beseech your Grace..

Lear. O cry you mercy, Siro!..
Noble Philosopher, your company.
Edg. Tom's a-cola.
Glo. In, fellow, into th' hoved; keep thee Warmi


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Lear. Come, let's in all.

Kent. This way, my Lord.

Lear. With him;
I will keep still with my Philofopher.

Kent. Good my Lord, footh him ; let him take the fellow.

Glo. Take him you on.
Kent. Sirrah, come on; along with us.
Lear. Come, good Athenian.
Glo. No words, no words, hush.

Edg. } Clild Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still fy, fol, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.



Changes to Glo'ster's Castle.

Corn. Will have revenge, ere I depart his house.

Edm. How, my Lord, I may be censurd that Nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.

Corn. I now perceive, it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition made him seek his death; * but a provoking merit, ser a-work by a reprovable badness in himself.

3. Child Rowland-) In the maker translated, Child Roland. old times of chivalry, the noble

WARBURTON. youth who were candidates for This word is in some of our knighthood, during the season ballads. There is a song of of their probation, were called Child Walter, and a Laay. Infans, Varlets, Damoyels, Bache- 4 but a provoking merit,] i.c. tiers. The moft noble of the a merit which being neglected youth particularly, Infans. Here by the father, was provoked to a story is told, in some old bal- an extravagant act. The Oxlad, of the famous hero and ford Edi or, not understanding giant-killer Roland, before he this, alters it to provoked spirit. was knighted, who is, therefore,

WARBURTON. called lofans, which the ballad


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