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Some that will thank you, making juft report,
I am a gentleman of blood and breeding,"
Gent. I'll talk further with you."
Kent. No, do not.
For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purfe and take
Gent. Give me your hand, have you no more to say? Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the King, for which you
That way, I this, he that firft lights on him,
Storm fill. Enter Lear and Fool.
Lear. Blow winds, and crack your cheeks; rage, blow!
You cataracts, and hurricanoes, fpout.
'Till you have drencht our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
I'll this: He that
$ -for avhich take you That way, I this: The quarto reads,
-the King, Pll this way, You that
So that the prefent reading is
-the King, in which your to thought.
-thought-executing-] Doing execution with rapidity equal
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th' world,
Fool. O nuncle, court-holy-water in a dry house is better than the rain-waters out o'door. Good nuncle, in and ask thy daughters bleffing, here's a night that pi ties neither wife men nor fools.
Lear. Rumble thy belly full, fpit fire, spout rain; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness, I never gave you kingdoms, call'd you children; ? You owe me no fublcription; then let fall Your horrible displeasure. Here I ftand, your flave,' poor, infirm, weak, and defpis'd old man. But yet I call you fervile minifters, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this. Oh! oh! 'tis foul. tion; yet fure he owed them none. We should read,
here I ft and your BRAVE; .e. I defy your worst rage, as he had faid just before. What led the editors into this blunder was what should have kept them out of it, namely the following line,
• Crack Nature's Mould, all Germains pill at once] Thus, all the Editions have given us this Paffage, and Mr. Pope has explain'd Germains to mean relations, or kindred Elements. But the Poct means here," Crack "Nature's Mould, and fpill all "the Seeds of Matter, that are
hoarded within it." To retrieve which Senfe, we must write Germins, from Germen. Our Author not only uses the fame Thought again, but the Word that afcertains my Explication. In Winter's Tale;
Let Nature crush the Sides o't
And marr the Seeds within. THEOBALD. 7 You owe me no fubfcription.] Subfcription, for obedience. WAR. bere I fand your SLAVE ;] But why for It is true, he fays, that they owed him no fubfcripVOL. VI.
A poor, infirm, weak, and de-
And this was the wonder, that
tis foul.] Shameful; difhonourable.
Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, has a
The codpiece that will house,
Shall of a corn cry woe,
For there was never yet fair woman, but she made. mouths in a glass.
To them, Enter Kent.
Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience, I will fay nothing.
Kent. Who's there?
Fool. Marry here's grace and a cod-piece, that's a wife man and a fool.
Kent. Alas, Sir, are you here? Things that love night,
Love not fuch nights as these, the wrathful fkies • Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark,
And make them keep their Caves. Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, fuch bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry Th' affliction, nor the 'fear.
Lear. Let the great Gods,
That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads,
So beggars marry many.] That is, a beggar marries a wife and ji e.
2 Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark, Gallow, a
weft-country word, fignifies to fcar or frighten.. WARBURTON, C So the folio, the later edi-a tions read, with the quarto, forca for fear, lefs elegantly.
That haft within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipt of justice. H.de thee, thou bloody hand,
Thefe dreadful fummoners grace.- I am a man,
Kent. Ala k, bare-headed?
Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a hovel,
Lear. My wits begin to turn.
I'm cold myself. Where is the ftraw, my fellow?
The art of our neceffities is ftrange,
That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel.
Poor fool and knave, I've one part in
Fool. He that has an a little tyny wit,
Lear. True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this
Fool. 'Tis a brave night to cool a curtezan, ? I'll speak a prophecy ere I go.
When brewers marr their malt with water;
When nobles are their tailors
That Going fhall be us'd with
feet.] The judicious reader will obferve through this heap of nonfenfe and confufion, that this is not one, but two prophecies. The first, a fatyrical defcription of the prefent manners as future: And the fecond, a fatyrical defcription of future manners, which the corruption of