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Alb. Oh Gonerill,
Gon, (40) Sbe that berself will fhiver, and diførareby] Sbiver, in this place should bear the sense of diforanch; whereas it means, to Make; to fly a-pieces into splinters; in whịch sense be afterwards uses the word in this a&t;
Thou'd'At fhiver'd like an egg; So that we may be assured, he would not have oféd the word in so contrary and false a sense here; especially, when there is a proper word to express the sense of disbranching, so near this in found, and which he uses in other places, and that is, Niver: which, without doubt, is the true reading here. So in Macberb;
and flips of yew, Sliver'd in the moon's eclipfe; And, again, in Hamlet;
There on the pendant boughs, her coronet weeds ·
Mr. Warburton. The old 4to-reads fliver. But I owed this note to my friend's lagacity, who never once fawithac copy. On the other hand, what an infance is it of Mr. Pope's inaccuracy in collation, who firft added this passage from the old Quarto
(41) From ber material fap,] Thus the old 4to; but material Jap, I own, is a phrase that I don't underfand. The mor ber tree is the irue technical term; and considering; our author has said but just above, Tbat nature, which contemns its origine, there is little room to questioa but he wrote ----From ber maternal fap. And so our best classical writers,
Hic plantas tenero abscindens de corpore matrumį Virgo And again,
Cum semel in sylvis ima de tirpe recisum
que neque jam frondes, virides neque proferet umbras,
Gon. No more; 'tis foolish.
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filchs favour but themselves What have you done ? Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd? A father, and a gracious aged man, Most barb'rous, most degenerate, have you
madded. Cou'd my good brother iuffer you to do it, A man, a Prince by him so benefited? If that the heav'ns do not their visible fpirits Send quickly down to tame the vile offences, Humanity must perforce prey on itself, Like monsters of the deep.
Gon, Milk-liver'd man!
Alb. See thyself, devil:
Gon, O vain fool !
Quæ tenera cæso virga de trunco ftetit,
Par ipsa matriAnd more instances I might have produced from Rutgerfius, in his Variæ Lection. 1. 4. c. 16. (42)
-tbat not knowl, Fools do tbefe villains pity,] This I have retriev'd from the first Quarto. It seems first to have been retrench'd by the players, for brevity's fake: but, besides that the lines are fine, they admirably display the taunting, termagant disposition of Gonerill, and paint out her contempt of her husband's mild pacifick spirit.
(43) Thou chang’d, and self-converted thing !). This reply of Albany to his imperious wife was likewise retreach'd; but ought not for the future to be lost to our author,
Be-monster not thy feature. Were't my fitness
Alb. Glo'fer's eyes!
Meli A fervant, that he bred, thrill'd with remorse,
Alb. This shews you are above,
Mef. Both, both, my Lord.
waya. The news is not so tart. I'll read, and answer. (Exit.
Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes ?
Mes. Ay, my good Lord, 'twas he inform'd againft him, And quit the house of purpose, that their punishment Might have the freer course.
Alb. Glofter, I live
And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend,
Enter Kent, and a Gentlemani
Kent. Who hath he left behind him General?
Kent. Did your letters pierce the Queen to any dea monftration of grief?
Gent. Ay, Sir, she took 'em, read 'em in my presence; And now and then an ample tear trill'd down Her delicate cheek: it seem'd, she was a Queen Over her passion, which, most rebel-like, Sought to be King o'er her.
Kent. O, then it mov'd her.Gent. But not to rage. Patience and forrow ftrove Which should express her goodlieft; you have seen Sun-line and rain at once:-her smiles and tears (44)
(44) ber smiles and tears Were like a better day.] Mr. Pope, who thought fit to restore this scene from the old 4to, tacitly funk this passage upon us, because he did not underftand it. Indeed, it is corrupt;, and he might have done himself some honour in attempting the cure; but rb; me and criticism, he has convinc'd us, do not always center in the same perfon. My friend Mr. Warburton with very happy sagacity struck out the emendation, which I have inserted in the text. And in conftr. mation of it I must observe, that it is very familiar with our poet, in the description of persons, to allude to the seasons of the year. To give a few instances; Much Ado about Nothing.
Despight bis nice fence and his active practices
His May. of youth and bloom of luftihood.
My Queen to France, from whence, set forth in pomp).
Were like a wetter May. Those happiest smiley,
Kent. Made she no verbal question ?
Gent. Yes, once, or twice, she heav'd the name of Father
Kert. -It is the stars,
Timon of Aibens;
She whom the fpittle-house and ulc'rous fores
To th’ April day again.
O rore of May! Dear maid! 'kind fifter! &c. (45) And clamour-moisten’d,] This paffage, again, Mr. Pope funk upon us; and for the same reason, I suppose. Mr. Warburton discover'd likewise, that this was corrupt: for tho'clamour, (as he observes,) may diftort the mouth, it is not wont to moisten the eyes. But clamour-motioned conveys a very beautiful idea of grief in Cordelia, and exactly in character. She bore her grief hitherto, says the relater, in filence; but being no longer able to contain it, and wanting to vent it in groans and cries, the flies away, and retires to her closet to deal with it in private. This he finely calls, clamoar-morie on'd; or provok'd to a loud, expression of her forrow, which drives her from company! It is not impoflible, but Shakespeare might have fom'd this fine picture of Cordelia's agony from holy writ, in the conduct of yo'eph; who, being no longer able to restrain the vehe. mence of his affection, commanded all his retinue from his presence; and then wept aloud, and discover'd himself to his brethren.