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Like rats oft bite the holy cords atwain
Which are too intrince t'unloose : footh ev'ry paflion,
That in the nature of their lords rebels :
Bring oil to fire, fnow to their colder moods ;
Renege, affirin, and turn their halcyon beaks
With ev'ry gale and vary of their masters ;
As knowing naught, like dogs but following.

Plain, blunt Men.

This is some fellow,
Who, having been prais’d for. bluntness, doth affect
A faucy roughness; and conftrains the garb,
Quite from his nature. He can't flatter, he,-
An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth ;
And they will take it, fo; if not, he's plain.
These kind of knaves, I know, which in this plainness
Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends,
Than twenty (8) filly, ducking observants,
That stretch their duties nicely.

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SCENE VII. Description of Bedlam Beggars.

While I may 'scape,
I will preserve myself: and am bethought
To take the bafest and the poorest shape,
That ever penury


conteinpt Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth ; Blanket my loins ; elle all my hair in knots ;


of man

the word, and what the critics would read, I have kept to the old editions, notwithstanding the quotation made by me from Mr. Edwards, in the place just referred to. I forbear quoting any similar passages here: Horace and Juvenal abound with + them, and Shakespear himself hath excellently painted the character in Polonius. See, particularly Hamki, Act

(8) Silly.] Some read silky : Filly is not always taken in a bad sense amongst the old writers. Vol. III.


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And with presented nakedness out-face
The winds, and perfecutions of the sky.

country gives me proof and president
Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
Strike in their numb'd and mortify'd bare arms,
Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary ;
And with this horrible object, from low farms,
Poor pelting villages, sheep-coats and mills,
Sometimes with lunatic bans, sometimes with pray’rs,
Inforce their charity.


Scene X. The faults of Infirmity pardonable.

Fiery? the fiery duke? tell the hot duke, that
No, but not yet; may be, he is not well;
Infirmity doth still neglect all office,
Whereto our health is bound; we're not ourselves,
When nature, being opprest, commands the mind
To fuffer with the body. I'll forbear;
And am fall’n out with my more headier will,
To take the indispos’d and fickly fit
For the found man.

SCENE XI. Unkindness. .
Thy fifter's nought; oh Regan, she hath tied
Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here.

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SCENE XII. Offences mistaken. All's not offence that indiscretion (9) finds, And dotage terms fo.

Rifing (9) Finds] Finds is an allusion to a jury's verdict: and the word fo relates to that as well as to terms. We meet with the very same expreffion in Hamlet, Acto si Sc. 1.


Rising Pation. I pr’ythee, daughter, do not make me mad, I will not trouble thee, my child. Farewel; We'll no more meet, no more fee one another; But yet, thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter, -Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine; thou art a bile, A plague-fore, or imbossed carbuncle, In my corrupted blood; but I'll not chide thee. Let shame come when it will, I do not call it; I do not bid the thunder-bearer fhoot, Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging fove.

The Necessaries of Life, few. (10) O, reason not the need : our baseft beggars Are in the poorest things superfluous ;


Why, 'tis found for
Shakespear ufes the word in this sense in other places ;

The coroner hath set on her, and finds it christian burial. Ib. As you like it. A. 4. S. 2. Leander was drown'd, and the foolish chroniclers (perhaps coroners] of that age found it was-Hero of Seftos." Edwards,

(10) O, reason, &c.] The poets abound with sentiments fimilar to this : take the two following passages from Lucretius and Lucan.

O wretched man! in what a milt of life,
Inclos'd with dangers, and beset with strife,
He spends his little span, and over-feeds
His cram'd desires with more than nature needs.
For nature wisely Itints our appetite,
And craves no more than undisturb’d delight.
Which minds unmixt with cares and fears obtain ;
A soul serene, a body void of pain.
So little this corporeal frame requires,
So bounded are our natural fires,


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Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beasts.

Lear on the Ingratitude of his Daughters. You see me here, you gods, a poor


man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir

these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear-it tamely; (11) touch me with noble anger: O let not womens weapons, water drops, Stain


man's cheeks. No, you unnat'ral hags, I will have such revenges on you both, (12) That all the world fhallI will do such things;What they are, yet I know not; but they fall be


That wanting all, and setting pain aside,
With bare privation sense is satisfy'd.

See LUCRET, B. 2.

Behold, ye sons of luxury! behold,
Who scatter in excess your lavish gold ;
For whom all earth all ocean are explor'd,
To spread the various proud voluptuous board :
Behold how little thrifty nature craves.

See Lucan, B. 4. Rowe's trann. (11) Touch me, &c.] “ If you, ye gods, have stirred my daughters' hearts against me : at left let me not bear it with any unworthy támeness; but touch me with noble anger ; let me reSent it with such resolution as becomes a man. And let not woman's weapons, water-drops, stain my man's cheeks. See Canons of Crit. p. 78.

(12) That, &c.] This seems to have been imitated from the ene or the other of these passages following:

Haud quid fit scio,
Sed grande quiddam eft.

Senec. Thyeste A. 2.
What it is I know not
But something terrible it is-


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The terrors of the earth; you think, 1'11 weep :
No, I'll not weep. (13) I have full cause of weeping:
This heart shall break into a thousand flaws,
Or ere I weep. O fool, I shall go mad.

Scene XIII. Wilful Men.

O, fir, to wilful men,
The injuries, that they themselves procure,
Must be their schoolmasters.

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Description of Lear's Distress amidst the Storm. Kent. Where's the king ?

Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea ; Or fwell the curled waters 'bove the main, That things might change, or ceafe: tears his white

hair, (Which the impetuous blasts, with cyeless rage, Catch in their fury ;) Strives in his little world of man t'out-scorn The to-and-fro conflicting wind and rain.


-Nefcio quid ferox
Decrevit animus intus, et nondum fibi audet fateri. Medea.
I know not what my furious mind
Hath inwardły determin’d, and fill darès not
Even to itself reveal.

Magnum eft quodcunque paravi:
Quid fit adhuc dubita.

Ovid. Met. 6. 'Tis something great I've inly meditated

What it is, yet I'm doubtful. (13) I have, &c:] Perhaps this should be, Tho' I've full cause.

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