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That play'd on her ripe lip, feem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
As pearls from diamonds dropt.-In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most belov'd,
If all could fo become it.

Scene IV. Description of Lear distracted.

(22) Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now
As mad as the vext sea; singing aloud;
Crown'd with rank fumiterr, and furrow weeds,
With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckow-flowers
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow.
In our fustaining corn.

SCENE VI. Description of Dover-Cliff.

Come on, fir; here's the place -stand still. Hosy

And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes fo low!
The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air,
Shew scarce so gross as beetles. Half way down
Hangs one that gathers famphire; dreadful trade!
Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head.
The fisher-men, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock, a buoy
Almoit too small for fight. The murmuring surge,
That on th' unnumbered idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient fight
Topple down headlong.


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which is the most probable word that occurs at present, tho' I advance it not with any degree of certainty. He speaks of a shequcr'd svadow, in Titus Andronicus, Act. 1. Sc. 4.

(22) Alack, &c.] See. Hamlei, A. 4. S. 10. and the note,


Glofter's Farewel to the World.

(23) O, you mighty gods!
This world I do renounce: and in your fights:
Shake patiently my great affliction off:
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
To quarrel with your great oppofeless wills,
My snuff and loathed part of nature should
Burn itself out. If Edgar live, o, bless him !

Scene VII. Lear, in his Madness, on the gross

Flatterers of Princess Ha! Goneril! ha! Regan! they flattered me like a dog, and told me I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To fay, ay, and no, to every thing that I said

Ay, and no too, was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em, there I fmelt 'em out. Go to, they are not (24) men o'their


(23) Ghfier is afterwards convinced of his mistake, and confirmed in the duty of sufferance : he says;

I do remember now: henceforth I'll beap
Afiction : till it do cry out itfelf,

Erogh, enough, and die. At the end of the Oedipus, Coloneus of Sophocles, there is a fine reflection like this ;

Το φερον εκ Θεο, &c.
That which the gods bring on us, we should bear

With resignation, nor consume with sorrow. (24) See Act 2. Sc. 6. foregoing. Mr. Uplon, mifled by the beginning of this speech; and apprehending the king, in his madness used exact connection, tells us we should not read, men oʻtheir words, but women of their words; whereas it is plain,


words; they told me, I was every thing: 'tis a lie, I am not aguc-proof.

On the Abuse of Power. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore? strip thine own back; Thou hotly lust'st to ufe her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the


Through tatter'd cloaths small vices do appear ;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fins with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks :
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em ;)
Take that of me, my friend, who hath the pow'r
To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not,

SCENE X. Cordelia on the Ingratitude of her

O, my dear feather, restoration hang
Thy medicine on my lip; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harins that


two filters
Have in thy reverence made !
Had you not been their father, those white flakes
Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face,
To be expos'd against the warring winds ?
To stand against the deep, dread bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning?



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he runs off from the thoughts of his daughters to those who flattered him, and all through the speech speaks of them only: the criticism is scarce worth remarking, except it be to thew, how subject all of us are to mistakes, and how littie reafon the very wifes have to triumph over the errors of others.

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And wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw ? alack, alack !.
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits, 'at once,
Had not concluded all.

Scene between Lear and Cordelia.

Cord. How does my royal Lord ? how fares your

Majesty ?
Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th'grave.
Ha! is this too a world of cruelty ?
I know my privilege : think not that I will
Be us'd like a wretched mortal? No,
No more of that.

Cord. Speak to me, fir; who am I?

Lear. You are a soul in bliss: but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, which my own tears
Do scald like molten lead.
Cord. Sir,


know me?
Lear. You are a spirit, I know : where did you

Cord. Still, ftill, far wide.
Phys. Madam, he's scarce awake; he'll foon grow

more compos'd.
Lear. Where have I been? where am I? Fair daye
I am mightily abus’d, I should even die with pity
To see another thus. I will not swear
These are my hands.

Cord. O look upon me, Sir,
And hold your hands in blessing over me; nay
You must kneel.

Lear. Pray do not inock mea
I am a very foolish fond old man;
Fourscore and upward : and to deal plainly with you,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Cor. Nay, then farewel to patience: witness for meg
Ye mighty pow'rs, I ne'er complain’d till now!



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Lear. Methinks I should know you, and know this

Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant
What place this is: and all the skill i have
Remember not these garments; nor do I know
Where I did sleep last night--Pray do not mock me,
For, as I am a man, I think that lady
To be


child Cordelia.
Cor. O my dear, dear father!
Lear. Be your tears wet? yes


do not
I know I have giv'n thee cause, and am so humbled
With crosses since, that I cou'd alk
Forgiveness of thee, were it poffible
That thou cou'dít grant it; but I'ın well assur'd
Thou can'ît not; therefore I do stand thy justice :
If thou hast poison for me I will drink it,
Bless thee and die.

Cor. O pity, fir, a bleeding heart, and cease
This killing language.

Lear. Tell me, friends, Where am I?
Gent. In your own kingdom, fir.
Lear. Do not abuse me.

Gent. Be comforted, good madam, for the violence
Of his distemper's past: we'll lead him in,
Nor trouble him, till he is better settled.
Wilt please you, fir, walk into freer air?

Lcar. You must bear with me, I am old and foolish.



Lear to Cordelia, when taken Prisoners)

No, no, no, no; come, let's away to prison, We two alone will sing like birds i'th'cage : When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And alk of thee forgiveness : so we'll live,


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