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Which thou haft perpendicularly fallin.
Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again. .

Glo. But have I fall'n, or no?

Edg. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn I
Look up a height, the fhrill-gorg'd Lark so far
Cannot be seen or heard : do but look up.

Glo. Alack, I have no eyes.
Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit,
To end itself by death? 'twas yet some comfort,
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage,
And frustrate his proud will.

Edg. Give me your arm.
Up, Yo--how is't? feel you your legs? you stand.

Glo. Too well, too well.

Edg. This is above all strangenefs.
Upon the crown o'th'cliff, what thing was that,
Which parted from you?

Glo. A poor unfortunate beggar.

Edg. As I ftood here below, methought, his eyes
Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses,
Horns welk'd, and wav'd like the enridged sea:
It was some fiend. Therefore, thou happy father,
Think, that the cleareft gods,who make them honours(48)
Of men's impoffibilities, have preferved thee.

Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear
Afiation, 'till it do cry out itself,
Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of,
I took it for a man ; often 'twould say,
The fiend, the fiend-he led me to that place.
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.

Enter Lear, drejt madly with Flowers.
But who comes here?

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leaft---a poor, dragging expreffion. All the old copies: read, as I have restor'd in the text, ten masts at each.

'Tis certain, 'tis a bold phrase, but I dare warrant, it was our author's; and means, ten masts placed at the extremity of each other.

(48) Think, that the dearest gods---} This too is Mr. Pope's reading. All the authentick copies have it, clearest gods; i. e, open, and righteous, in their dealings. So, our author again, in his Timon; Roots, ye clear beau'ns!

The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus.

Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining: I am the King himself.

Edg. O thou fide piercing fight!

Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-money. (49) That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse ! Peace, peace ;--this piece of toasted cheese will do't--there's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, Barb! (50) i' th clout, i' th' clout: hewgh.-Give the word.

Edg. Sweet marjoram.
Lear. Pass.
Glo. I know that voice.
Lear. Ha! Gonerill! hah! Regan! they flatter'd mo

(49) That fellow handles bis bow like a cow-keeper. ] Thus Mr. Pope in his last edition ; but I am afraid, I betray'd him into the error by an absurd conjecture of my own, in my SHAKESPEARE soffored. 'Tis certain we must read crow-keeper here; as likewise in this paffage of Romeo and Juliet : We'll have

no Cupid hooded with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,

Scaring the Ladies like a crow-keeper. And, it seems, in several counties to this day, they call a stuff'd figure, representing a man, and arm'd with a bow and arrow, (set up to fright the crows, and other birds of prey, from the fruit and corn; a crow-keeper; as well as a scare-crow. To fome such figure our au. thor again alludes in Meafure for Measure.

We must not make a scare-erow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prcy,
And let it keep one shape, 'till custom make it

Their perch, and not their terror. But Beaumont and Fletcher in their Bonduca have a passage which will excellently well explain our author's reading.

--Can these fight? They look
Like empty scabbards all; no metal in 'em :

Like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orchards; (50) O well fown bird,] Lear is here raving of archery, and shqeting at buts, as is plain by the words i' ib' clout, that is, the wbite mark they set up and aim at; hence the phrase, to hit the wbite. So that we must certainly read, O well-flown, barb! i. e. the barbed, or kearded arrowa

Mr. Warburton,

like a dog, and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing that I faid-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 smelt em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words; they told me, I was every thing : 'tis a lie, I am not agueproof.

Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember: Is't not the King ?

Lear. Ay, every inch a King. When I do ftare, fee, how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause ? Adultery? thou shalt not die; die for adultery? no, the wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does letcher in my sight. Ler copulation thrive: for Glo'ster's bal. tard fon was kinder to his father, than my daughters got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell; for I lack Soldiers. Behold yon fimpering dame, whose face 'tween her forks presages snow; that minces virtue, and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's name. The fit-chew, nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous appetite: down from the waste they are centaurs, though women all above: but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends. There's hell, there's darkness, there is the fulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption : "fie, fie, fie; pah, pah; give me an ounce of civet, good apothe. cary, to sweeten my imagination ! there's money for thee,

Glo. O, let me kiss that hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it first, it smells of mortality.
Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature ! this great

world Shall fo wear out to naught. Do'st thou know me?

Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough: dost thou {quiny at me? no, do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love. Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it. Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.

Edg.

Edg. I would not take this from report ; it is, And my

heart breaks at it, Lear. Read. Gló. What, with this case of eyes ?

Lear. Oh, ho, are you there with me? no eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse? your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light; yet you see how this world goes.

Glo. I see it feelingly.

Lear. What, art madi a man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: fee, how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine ear: change places, and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? (51)

Glo. Ay, Sir,

Lear. And the creature run from the cur? there thou might'lt behold the great image of authority; a dog's obey'd in office. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lash that whore? strip thy own back;

Thou hotly lust'it to use her in that kind,
For which thou whip’st her. Th’usurer hangs the cozener,
Through tatter'd cloaths small vices do

appear;

(57) Tbou baft seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? &c.] This ex. quifite piece of satire, dreft up in a figure and method of imagining from abíent circumstances, has greatly the air of imitation from the ancients. It is that sort of figure, by which (as Minturnus has observ'd in his elaborate treatise De Poeta) ofter:ditur interdum, quafi ante aculos fir, fitta imago : a feign'd image of things is sometimes reprerented, as if really in view. Plautus is very full of this imagery: and I'll subjoin two instances that have very much the cast of this in our author, only more ludicrous in their turn: In his Menacbmei, Act. so Sc. 2. Men. Dic mibi, nunquàm tu vidifti tabulam pietam in pariete,

Ubi aquila catamirum raperet, aut ubi venus adoneum?
Pen. Sæpè, Sed quid ifta pi&turæ ad me atrinent ?

Min. Age, me aspice.
And in his Miftellaria. Act. 3.

Sc.
Tra. Viden' pietum, ubi ludificatur cornix una volturios duer

Cornix asai, eu volte duo viciffim vellicar,
Quaso, buc ad me specta, cornicem ut conspicere poflies.

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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 have the pow'r
To feal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou do'st not.
Now,now, now, now.Pulloff my boots: harder, harder, ro.

Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt,
Reason in madness!

Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough, thy name is Glofter ; Thou must be patient; we came crying hither : Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawle and cry. I will preach to thee: mark

Glo. Alack, alack the day !

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
To this great stage of fools. This a good block!--
It were a delicate stratagem to shooe
A troop of horse with felt ; I'll put't in proof;
And when I've stol’n upon these fons-in-law,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter a Gentleman, with. Attendants,
Gent. O, here he is, lay hand upon him; Sir,
Your most dear daughter-

Lear. No rescue : what, a prisoner ? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Use me well,
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons,
I am cut to th' brains.

Gent. You shall have any thing.

Lear. No feconds? all myself? Why this would make a man, a man of falt; To use his eyes for garden-water-pots, And laying autumn's duftI will die bravely, Like a smug bridegroom. What? I will be jovial : Çome, come, I am a King. My masters, know you

that? Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you. Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, an you get it,

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