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Edm. How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just? This is the letter, which he spoke of; which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages

of France. Oh heavens! that this treason were 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 Glo'ster. Seek out where thy father is, that he may, be ready for our apprehension.

Edm. (Afíde.]. If I find him · comforting the King, it will stuff his luspicion more fully.--I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood. · Corn. I will lay trust upon thee; and thou shalt find a dearer father in my love.


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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. Kent. All the power of his wits has given way to his impatience. The Gods reward your kindness!

scomforting] He uses the its derivation ; salvia confortat word in the juridical sense for

Schol. Sal. fupporting, beiping, according to

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Enter Lear, Edgar, and Fool. Edg. Fraterreto calls me, and tells me, Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. Pray, lenocent, and beware the foul fiend.

Fool. Pr’yther, nuncle, tell me, whether a madman be a gentleman, or a yeoman?

Lear. A King, a King. Foal

. No, he's a yeoman, that has a gentleman to his son: for he's a mad yeoman, that lees his son a gentleman before him.

Lear. To have a thousand with red burning spits Come hizzing in upon 'em

Edg. The foul fiend bites my back.
Fool. He's med that trusts in the tameness of a wolf,
A borfe's health, a boy's love, on a whore's quib.

Lear. It shall be done, I will arraign them strait.
Come, fit thou bere, moft learned justicer ;
Thou fapient Sir, fit berenow, ye she-foxes !

Edg. Look, wbere the stands and glares. Wanteft


thou eyes?

At trial, Madan.

1.6 Come bizzing in upor'em -) ing restor’d. THEOBALD.

. Then follow in the old edition What is omitted in the folio, several speeches in the mad way, and inserted from the older copy, which probably were left out by I have printed in Italicks. the Players, or by Shakespear ? the health of a harfe,] himself; I fhall however insert Without doubt we mould read them here, and leave them to the HEELS, i.e. to fand behind him. reader's mercy. Pope,

WARBURTON. As Mr. Pope had begun to in. Shakespeare is here {peaking sert several Speeches in the mad oot of things maliciously treachway, in this Scene, from the 'erous, but of things uncertain old Edition; I have ventured to and not durable. Ahorfe is above replace several others, which all other animals subject to dis. stand upon the same Footing, cafes. and had an equal Right of be


8 Come o'er the Broom, Belly, to me. Fool. Her Boat hath a Leak, and she 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 bave no food

for the

Kent. How do you, Sir ? Stand you not so amaz’d; Will you lie down, and reft upon the Cushions ? Lear. I'll see their trial first, bring me in the eva

Thou robed man of justice, take thy place ;
And thou his goke-fellow of equity,
Bench by bis fide. You are o'tb' coinmiffion, fit youl too.
Edg. Let us deol justly.
Sleepest, or wakest thou, jolly Shepherd ?

Thy Sheep be in the Corn;
And for one blatt 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 afsembly, free kick'd the poor King ber Father.

Fool. Come bither, Mistress, is your name Gonerill?
Lear. She cannot deny it.
Fool. Cry you mercy, I took you for a Joint-stool.
L'ear. And bere's another, whose warpt looks pro-

What store ber heart is made of. Siop her there ;
Arms, arms, sword, fire.-Corrupiion in the place !
False justicer, why haji thou let her 'scape?

Edg. Bless tby five wits,

: Come o'er the Broom, Belly, we may better read,

to me.] As there is no rela. Come o'er the brook, Beffy, to tion between broom and a boat, Vol. VI.




Kent. O pity! Sir, where is the patience now, That

you so oft have boasted to retain ? Edg. My tears begin to take his part so much, They mar my counterfeiting.

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 ;
Mastiff, greyhound, mungril grim,
Hound or spaniel, ? brache, or hymn ;
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. Selley, come, march to wakes and

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 faThion of your garments. You will say, they are Per- . fian; but let them be chang’d.

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


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Pope. have done. It seems to have Sir T. Hanmer for hym reads been gradually corrupted into, Ism.

fo, fo. Here is Seley again, which Thy horn is dry.] Mer that I take to be the French word begged under pretence of lunaceljez. pronounced celley, which cy used formerly to carry a horn, was, I suppose, like some others and blow it through the streets. in common use among us. It is



Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the

So, so, 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

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

gone. Glo. Good friend, I pr’ythee; take him in thy arins. I have o'erheard 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. Takë up tły master. If thou should dally half an hour, his life, With thine, and all that offer to defend him, Stand in assured loss. Take

Take up; take up,
And follow me, that will to foine provision
Give thee quick conduct.

Kent. i Opprest Nature Nieps.
This Rejt might yet bave balm'd thy broken Senses,
Which, if Conveniency will not allow,
Stand in hard Cure. Come, help to bear thy Master;
Thou meist not stay behind.
Glo. Come, come, away.

[Exeunt, bearing off the King. 3 Oppreft Nature feeps :) absurd would it look for a Cha. These two concluding Speeches racter of his Importance to quit by Kent and Edgar, and which the Scene without one Word laid, by no means ought to have been or the least Intimation what we cut off, I have reitored from the are to expect from him? THEOB. Old Quarto. The Soliloquy of The lines inserted from the Edgar is extremely fine; and the quarto are in Italieks. The oSentiments of it are drawn equal- mission of them in the folio is ly from Nature and the Subject. certainly faulty: yet I believe Besides, with regard to the Stage the folio is printed from Shake. it is absolutely necessary: For as speare's last revision, carelesly and Edgar is not design'd, in the hallily performed, with more Constitution of the Play, to at- thought of Ahortening the scenes; tend the King to Dover; how than of continuing the action:


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