When priests are more in words than matter, the prefent would prevent from 1. I'll speak a prophecy or two When brewers marr their malt tutors No bereticks burnt, but wenches' fuitors; Then comes the time, who lives to je 't, That Going fhall be us’a with 2. When ev'ry cafe in law is When flanders do not live in tongues And cut-purfes come not ta throngs ; When ufurers tell their gol i'th' field; And bawds and whores do Then fall the realm of Albion The fagacity and acuteness of Dr. Warburton are very confpicuous in this note. He has difentangled the confufion of the paffage, and I have inferted his emendation in the text. Or e'er is proved by Mr. Upon to bę good English, but the contro verfy was not neceffary, for or is not in the old copies. 8 When nobles are their tailors tutors] i. e. invent fashions WARBURTON, for them. No bereticks burnt, but venches' fuitors ;] The difeafe to which enches fuitors are particularly expofed, was called in Shakespeare's time the brenning or burning. When ufurers tell their gold i' th' field; Come to great confufion. This prophecy Merlin fhall make, for I do live before his time. [Exit. Glo. 'A' An Apartment in Glo'fter's Castle. Enter Glo'fter, and Edmund. LACK, alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing; when I defir'd their leave that might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own houle; charg'd me on pain of perpetual difpleafure, neither to ipeak of him, entreat for him, or any-way fuftain him. Edm. Mott favage and unnatural! Glo. Go to lay you nothi g. There is divifion between the Dukes, and a worle matter than that. I have receiv'd a letter this night. ' is dangerous to be fpoken. I have lock'd the letter in my clotet. These injuries, the King now bears, will be revenged home, there is part of a power already footed, we muft incline to the King; I will look for him, and privily relieve him; go you, and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceiv'd; if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed. If I die for it, as no lefs is threaten'd me, the king my old mafter must be reliev'd. There are ftrange things toward, Edmund; pray, you, be careful. [Exit. Edm This curtesy, forbid thee, fhall the Duke Instantly know, and of that letter too. This feems a fair deferving, and muft draw me That which my father lofes; no lefs than all. The younger rifes, when the old doth fall. [Exit. SCENE Kent. S. CENE NE V. Changes to a part of the Heath with a Hovel, H ERE is the place, my Lord; good my The tyranny o'the open night's too rough For nature to endure. Lear. Let me alone. Kent. Good my Lord, enter here. Kent. Good my Lord, enter here. Lear. Will't break my heart? [Storm ftill. Kent. I'd rather break mine own; good my Lord, enter. Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much, that this contentious ftorm Invades us to the fkin; fo 'tis to thee; But where the greater malady is fixt, The leffer is fcarce felt. Thoud'ft fhun a bear; But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea, Thou'dft meet the bear i'th' mouth. When the mind's free, The body's delicate; the tempeft in my mind Kent. Good my Lord, enter here, G 4 Lear. Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease; This Tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more-But I'll go in. 'In, boy, go first. [To the Fuel.] You houseless po verty Nay, get thee in, I'll pray, and then I'll sleep- Edg. [within.] Fathom and half, fathom and half! poor Tom. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a fpirit. Help me, help me. [The Fol runs out from the bevel Kent. Give me thy hand, who's there? Fool. A fpirit, a fpirit; he fays, his name's poor Tom, Kent, What art thou, that doft grumble there i'th' ftraw? Come forth. SCENE VI. Enter Edgar, difguis'd like a madman. Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me. Through the fharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humph, go to thy bed and warm thee. • Ir, toy, go first.] Thefe two lines were added in the authour's revifion, and are only in the folio. They are very judicioufly intended to reprefent that humility, or tenderness, or neglect of forms, which affliction forces on the mind. Humph, go to thy bed] So the folio. The quarto, Go to thy cold bed and warm thee, Lear. Lear. Didft thou give all to thy daughters? and art thou come to this? Edg. Who gives any thing to poor Tom? whom. the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, through ford and through whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow, and halters in his pew; fet ratfbane by his porridge; made him proud of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horfe over four-inch'd bridges, to courfe his own fhadow for a traitor. Blefs thy five wits;. Tom's a-cold. O do de, do de, do de. Blefs thee from whirl-winds, ftar-blafting, and taking. Do poor Tom fome charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now-and there and here again, and there. [Storm fill Lear. What, have his daughters brought him to this pass? -Couldst thou fave nothing? didst thou give 'em all? Fool. Nay, he referved a blanket, elfe we had been all fhamed. Lear. Now all the plagues, that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults, light on thy daughters! Kent. He hath no daughters, Sir. Lear. Death! traitor. Nothing could have fubdued nature To fuch a lowness, but his unkind daughters. 3 led through fire and through flame,] Alluding to the ig nis fatuas, fuppofed to be lights kindled by mischievous beings to lead travellers into deftruction. ✦ laid knives under his pillow,】 He recounts the temptations by which he was prompted to fuicide; the opportunities of deftroying himself which often oc curred to him in his melancholy moods. 5 taking.] To take is to blaft,, or ftrike with malignant influ ence. -frike her young limbs Ye taking airs with lameness. -pelican daughters.] The young pelican is fabled to fuck the mother's blood. |
