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To his great master : who, thereat enrag'd,
Flew on him, and amongst them fellid him dead :
But not without that harmful ftroke, which fince
Hath pluck'd him after.

Alb. This shews you are above,
You Justices, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge. But O poor Glofter!
Loft he his other eye?

Mef. Both, both, my lord.
This letter, Madam, craves a speedy answer :
'Tis from

your

fifter.
Gon. One way, I like this well ;
But being widow, and my Glo'fter with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck

hateful life. Another way, The news is not so tart. I'll read, and answer. (Exit.

Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes?
Mef. Come with my lady hither.
Alb. He's not here.
Mef. No, my good lord, I'met him back again.
Alb. Knows he the wickedness.!
Mef. Ay, my good lord, 'twas he inform'd against

him, And quit the house of purpose, that their punishment Might have the freer course.

Alb. Glofter, I live
To thank thee for the love thou shew'dft the King,
And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend,
Tell me, what more thou know't. •

[Exeunt.

Upon my

S CE N E, D O V E R.

Enter Kent, and a Gentleman. Kent. HE King of France so suddenly gone back!

Know

you

the reason ?
Gent. Something he left imperfect in the State,
Which fince his coming forth is thought of, which
Imports the Kingdom so much fear and danger,
That his Return was most requir'd and necessary.
D 3.

Kent,

Kent. Whom hath he left behind him General ?
Gent. The Mareschal of France, Monfieur le Far.

Kent. Did your letters pierce the Queen to any demonstration of grief?

Gent. I, Sir, she took 'em, read 'em in my presence ; And now and then an ample tear trillid down Her delicate cheek : it seem'd; she was a Queen Over her paflion, 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 Sorrow Atrove
Which should express her goodlieft ; you have seen
Sun-fhine and rain at once: her Smiles and Tears (22)
Were like a wetter May. Those happiest smiles,
That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'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 so become it.

Kent: Made she no verbal question ?
Gent. Yes, once, or twice, the heav'd the Name of

Father
Pantingly forth, as if it prest her heart,
Cry'd, fifters ! fifters ! Shame of Ladies ! fifters!
Kent! Father! Sifters! what ? i'th' ftorm ? i'th' night:
Let Pity ne'er believe it !- there she shook
The holy water from her heav'nly Eyes ;
And, Clamour-motion'd, then away the started (23)

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(22) er her Smiles and Tears Were like a better day.) Ms. Pope, who thought fit to restore this Scene from the old Quarto, tacitly sunk this Passage upon us, because he did not understand it. Indeed, it is corrupt ; and he might have done himself some Honour in attempting the Cure; but Rhyme and criticism, he has convinc'd us, do not always center in the same Person. My Friend Mr. Warburton with very happy Sagacity struck out the Emendation, which I have inserted in the Text,

(23) And Clamour-moisten’d,] This Palage, again, Mr. Pope funk upon us ; and for the fame Reason, I suppose. Mr.

Warburton

To deal with grief alone.

Kent. It is the Stars,
The Stars above us, govern our conditions :
Else one self-mate and mate could not beget
Such dif'rent issues. Spoke you with her since ?

Gent. No.
Kent. Was this before the King return'd ?
Gent. No, fince.
Kent. Well, Sir; the poor distressed Lear's in town ;
Who sometimes, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about ; and by no means
Will yield to see his daughter.

Gent. Why, good Sir ?

Kent. A sov’reign shame so bows him ; his unkindness,
That stript her from his benedi&tion, turn'd her
To foreign casualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog-hearted daughters ; These things fting him
So venomously, that burning shame detains him
From his Cordelia.

Gent. Alack, poor gentleman !
Kent. Of Albany's, and Cornwall's Pow'rs you heard

not? Gent. 'Tis fo, they are a-foot. Kent. Well, Sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear,

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 exa&ly in Chara&er. shc bore her Grief hitherto, says the Relater, in siIerec ; but being no longer able to contain it, and wanting to vent it in Groans and Cries, the flies away and retires to her Closer to deal with it in private. This He finely calls, Clamour-motion'd; or provok'd to a loud Expression of her Sora TOW, which drives her from Company! - It is not imposfible, but Shakespeare might have form'd this fine Pi&ure of Cordelia's Agony from Holy Writ, in the Conduæ of you Sephs who, being no longer able to reftrain the Vehemence of his Affe&ion, commanded all his Retinue from his Presence; and then wept alond, and discoverd himself to his Brethren,

And leave you to attend him. Some dear cause
Will in Concealment wrap me up awhile :
When I am known aright, you shall not grieve
Lending me this acquaintance. Pray, along with me.

[Exeunt.

SCE N E, a CA M P.

Cor. A

Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers. Cor. LACK, 'tis he; why, he was met even now

As mad as the vext sea; singing aloud ; Crown'd with rank fumiters, and furrow-weeds, (24) With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that

grow In our sustaining corn.

Send forth a centry;
Search every acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye. What can man's Wisdom
In the restoring his bereaved sense,
He, that helps him, take all my outward worth.

Phys. There are means, Madam:
Our foster nurse of nature is repose ;
The which he lacks; that to provoke in hin,
Are many Simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.

(24) Crown'd with rank Fenitar; ] There is no such Herb, or Weed, that I can find, of English Growth; tho' all the copies agree in the Corruption. I dare say, I have refor'd its right Name; and we meet with it again in our Author's Henry V. and partly in the same Company as we have is

here;

her fallow Leas
The daroel, hemlock, and rank fumitory

Do root upon. For this Weed is call'd both Fumitory and Fumiterr, nearer to the French Derivation Fume-terre: which the Latin Shopmen term Fumaria. I observe, in Chaucer it is written Feme tere; by a Corruption either of the Scribe, or of vulgar Pronunciation; if of the lacter, it might from theace calily Nide, in progress of time, into Fenitar.

Cor.

Cor. All bleft Secrets,
All you unpublish'd Virtues of the Earth,
Spring with my tears; be aidant, and remediate
In the good man's distress ! seek, seek for him ;
Left his ungovern'd rage dissolve the life,
That wants the means to lead it.

Enter a Messenger.
Mef. News, Madam :
The British Pow'rs are marching hitherward.

Cor. 'Tis known before. Our preparation stands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy business that I go about: therefore great Franco
My Mourning and important Tears hath pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right:
Soon may I hear, and see him!

[Exeunt.

SCENE, Regan's PALACE.

Bus

Enter Regan, and Steward. Reg.

UT are my Brother's Powers set forth?

Stew. Ay, Madam. Reg. Himself in person there?

Stew. With much adoe. Your fifter is the better soldier. Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your lady at

home? Stew. No, Madam. Reg. What might import my fifter's letter to him? Stew. I know not, lady.

Reg. Faith, he is pofted hence on serious matter. It was great ign’rance, Gloser's eyes being out, To let him live; where he arrives, he moves All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone, In pity of his misery, to dispatch His nighted life: moreover, to descry The strength o'th' enemy. Stew. I must needs after him, Madam, with my letter.

Reg.

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