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Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and
TOPSTER and | Most serpent-like, upon the very heart:-
All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall
On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, LEAR. Good morrow to you both.
You taking airs, with lameness !
Fie, sir, fie! [KENT is set at liberty. LEAR. You nimble lightnings, dart your blindReg. I am glad to see your highness.
ing flames LEAR. Regan, I think you are; I know what Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, reason
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the pow'rful sun, I have to think so: if thou shouldst not be glad, To fall and blast her pride! I would divorce me from thy mother's * tomb,
O, the blest gods ! Sepulchring an adultress.-0, are you free? So will you wish on me, when the rash mood is on.
[To KENT. LEAR. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my Some other time for that.—Beloved Regan,
curse ; Thy sister's naught: 0, Regan, she hath tied Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here !-- Thee o'er to harshness ; her eyes are fierce, but [Points to his heart.
thine I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis not in thee With how deprav'd a quality–0 Regan !
To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience: I have To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes, hope,
And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt You less know how to value her desert,
Against my coming in : thou better know'st Than she to scant her duty.
The offices of nature, bond of childhood, LEAR.
Say, how is that ? Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude ; Reg. I cannot think my sister in the least Thy half o'the kingdom hast thou not forgot, Would fail her obligation : if, sir, perchance, Wherein I thee endow'd. She have restrain’d the riots of your followers, REG.
Good sir, to the purpose. 'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
LEAR. Who put my man i’the stocks ? As clears her from all blame.
[Trumpets without. LEAR. My curses on her!
What trumpet's that? REG.
O, sir, you are old; / REG. I know't my sister's: this approves her Nature in you stands on the very verge
Is your lady come ? LEAR.
Ask her forgiveness ? LEAR. This is a slave, whose easy-borrow'd Do you but mark how this becomes the house : (5)
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows.Dear daughter, I confess that I am old ;
Out, varlet, from my sight! Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg, [Kneeling. CORN.
What means your grace ? That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. LEAR. Who stock'd my servant ? Regan, I
have good hope Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly Thou didst not know on't.- Who comes here? tricks :
Allow obedience, if * yourselves are old,
(*) First folio, Mother. () First folio omits, sir. & Say, how is that?) This and the next speech are not in the quartos.
D You taking airs,-) To take, in old language, signified to blast, or infect with baneful influence. So in Act III. Sc. 4,“Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking." e To fall and blast her pride !) The folio tamely reads,
« To fall and blister."
(*) First folio inserts, you. d The tender-hefted nature-i Tender-hefted is a very dou expression; and “tender hested," the reading of the quartos, is not much less so: but we have not sufficient confidence in the substitution, “tender-hearted,” which Rowe and Pope adopt, to alter the ancient text.
@ - to scant my sizes, "Sizes " are allowances of provision. f Allow obedience,-) That is, approve obedience.
Make it your cause; send down, and take my | Must be content to think you old, and sopart !
But she knows what she does. Art not asham’d to look upon this beard ?
Is this well spoken? [To Gon. | REG. I dare avouch it, sir: what, fifty followers ? O, Regan, will you take her by the hand? Is it not well? What should you need of more? Gon. Why not by the hand, sir ? How have Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger I offended?
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How, in one All's not offence, that indiscretion finds
house, And dotage terms so.
Should many people, under two commands, LEAR.
O, sides, you are too tough! Hold amity ? " 'Tis hard ; almost impossible. Will you yet hold ?—How came my man i' the | Gon. Why might not you, my lord, receive stocks?
attendance CORN. I set him there, sir: but his own! From those that she calls servants, or from mine? Desery'd much less advancement.
REG. Why not, my lord ? If then they LEAR.
You! did you ?
chane'd to slack ye, REG. I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. We could control them. If you will come to me, If, till the expiration of your month,
(For now I spy a danger) I entreat you
And in good time you gave it. LEAR. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd! LEAR.—Made you my guardians, my deposiNo, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
taries ; To wage against the enmity o’the air ;
But kept a reservation to be followed To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,—
With such a number. What, must I come to you Necessity's sharp pinch ! _Return with her! With five and twenty? Regan, said you so ? Why, the hot-blooded France, that dowerless took REG. And speak 't again, my lord ; no more Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
with me. To knee his throne, and, squire-like, pension beg LEAR. Those wicked creatures yet do look To keep base life afoot.—Return with her!
well-favour'd, Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter When others are more wicked; not being the To this detested groom. [Pointing to OswALD.
At your choice, sir. Stands in some rank of praise.—I'll go with thee; LEAR. I prythee, daughter, do not make me
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty,
Hear me, my lord;
To follow in a house, where twice so many
What need one ? In my corrupted blood. But I'll not chide thee; LEAR. O, reason not the need : our basest Let shame come when it will, I do not call it:
beggars I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Mend when thou canst; be better at thy leisure: Man’s life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady; I can be patient; I can stay with Regan,
If only to go warm were gorgeous, I and my hundred knights.
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, REG.:
Not altogether so: Which scarcely keeps thee warm.-But, for true I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
need, For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister; | You heavens, give me that patience, patience I For those that mingle reason with your passion,
(*) First folio, or.
Necessity's sharp pinch)
“ To be a comrade with the wolf, and howl
Necessity's sharp pinch." VOL. III.
And Mr. Collier terms the alteration, “A fortunate recovery of what must have been the real language of the poet"!
b You heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!] Mr. Collier's annotator reads,
" — give me but patience," &c.
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth :-he is As full of grief as age; wretched in both !
Whither is he going ? That all the world shall-I will do such things Glo. He calls to horse ;* but will I know not What they are, yet I know not;—but they shall be
whither. The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; Corn. 'Tis best to give him way; he leads No, I'll not weep :
himself. I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Gon. My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws,
Glo. Alack, the night comes on, and the Or ere I'll weep.—0, fool, I shall go mad!
bleak * winds
Fool.–Storm heard at a distance. There's scarce a bush.
O, sir, to wilful men, Reg. This house is little ; the old man and his The injuries that they themselves procure people
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors: Cannot be well bestow’d.
He is attended with a desperate train ; Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himself from And what they may incense him to, being apt And must needs taste his folly.
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear. Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, CORN. Shut up your doors, my lord; 't is a But not, one follower.
wild night; Gon.
So am I purpos’d, — ! My Regan counsels well: come out o’the storm. Where is my lord of Gloster ?
Whither is he going? GLO. He calls to horse ; Omitted in the quartos.
*! First folio, higk.
A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter | The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all. KENT. Who's there, besides foul weather ?
But who is with him ? GENT. One minded like the weather, most un Gent. Nonc but the fool; who labours to quietly.
out-jest KENT, I know you. Where's the king ? His heart-struck injuries. GENT. Contending with the fretful elements; KENT.
Sir, I do know you, Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
And dare, upon the warrant of my note, Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
Commend a dear thing to you. There is That things might change or cease ; tears his
division, white hair,
Although as yet the face of it be * cover'd . Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage, With mutual cunning,—'twixt Albany and CornCatch in their fury, and make nothing of;
wall; Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn Who have (as who have not, that their great stars The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. [couch, | Thron’d and set high ? ) servants, who seem no
b That things might change or cease : 1 The remainder of this speech is omitted in the folio.
(*) First folio, is. c Who have (as who have not, &c.] This and the seven following lines are omitted in the quartos, and the remainder of the speech commencing, “But, true it is," is left out of the folio.
Which are to France the spies and speculations | You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Intelligent of our state ; what hath been seen, | Vaunt-couriers to * oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Either in snuffs and packings of the dukes; Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking Or the hard rein which both of them have borne
thunder, Against the old kind king; or something deeper, Strike flat the thick rotundity o’the world! Whereof, perchance, these are but furnishings ; | Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, But, true it is, from France there comes a power That make ingrateful man ! Into this scatter'd kingdom; who already,
Fool. O nuncle, court holy-waterd in a dry Wise in our negligence, have secret feet
house is better than this rain-water out o'door. In some of our best ports, and are at point Good nuncle, in, and f ask thy daughters' To show their open banner. -Now to you;
blessing ; here's a night pities neither wise men If on my credit you dare build so far
nor fools. To make your speed to Dover, you shall find
LEAR. Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire ! Some that will thank you, making just report
spout, rain ! Of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters : The king hath cause to plain.
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I am a gentleman of blood and breeding; I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children, And, from some knowledge and assurance, offer You owe me no subscription; then let fall This office to you.
Your horrible pleasure ; here I stand, your slave, GENT. I will talk further with you.
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man:KENT.
No, do not. But yet I call you servile ministers, For confirmation that I am much more
That have with two pernicious daughters join'de Than my out-wall, open this purse, and take Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia, So old and white as this. 0!0! 't is foul ! (As fear not but you shall) show her this ring; Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, And she will tell you who your * fellow is
has a good head-piece. That yet you do not know.-Fie on this storm! I will go seek the king.
The cod-piece that will house, Gent. Give me your hand: have you no more
Before the head has any, to say ?
The head and he shall louse ; KENT. Few words, but, to effect, more than all
So beggars marry many.
The man that makes his toe yet,That, when we have found the king, (in which
What he his heart should make,
Shall of a corn cry woe, your pain That way, I'll this) he that first lights on him
And turn his sleep to wake. Holla the other.
-For there was never yet fair woman, but she made mouths in a glass.
LEAR. No, I will be the pattern of all patience; SCENE II.-Another part of the Heath. Storm
I will say nothing
Fool. Marry, here's grace and a cod-piece; You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
that's a wise man and a fool.
[night, Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd + KENT. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love the cocks !
Love not such nights as these ; the wrathful skies
(*) First folio, that.
(t) First folio, drown. Which are to France the spies and speculations Intelligent of our state ;)
Por "speculations" we should perhaps read speculators, which
bEither in snuffs and packings of the dukes :) "Snuffs" mean
the illustration he cites from the Epistle prefixed to Greene's ** Groats-worth of Witte,"-"For to lend the world a furnish of witte, she lays her owne to pawne,"--is not conclusive.
d-court holy-water-) Glozing speeches. Florio translates, Dare l'allodola, "To cog, to foist, to fatter, to give one Court-hollie water," &c. : and Mantellizzare, "To court one with faire words or give court-holy-water."
That have with two pernicious daughters join'd-] The folio reads,
“That will with two pernicious daughters join," &c.