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Yet to be known, shortens my made intent:
My boon I make it, that you know me not,
Till time and I think meet.
Cor. Then be it, so, my good lord.—How does the king ?

[ To the Physician Phys. Madam, sleeps still.

Cor. O you kind gods,
Cure this great breach in his abused nature !
The untun'd and jarring senses, 0, wind up,
Of this child-changed father!
Phys.

So please your majesty,
That we may wake the king ? he hath slept long.

Cor. Be govern’d by your knowledge, and proceed l' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd ?

Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep: We put fresh garments on him.

Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him ;
I doubt not of his temperance.

Cor. Very well.
Phys. Please you, draw near.

Cor. O my dear father! Restoration, hang
Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss
Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters
Have in thy reverence made !
Kent.

Kind and dear princess !
Cor. Had

you

not been their father, these white flakes
Had challengd 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 ? to watch (poor perdu :)
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that nigh
Against my fire; And wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine, and rognes forlorn,
In shorty and musty straw ? Alack, alack !
'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all.—He wakes; speak to him.

Phys. Madam, do you ; 'tis fittest.
·Cor. How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty

Lear. You do me wong, to take me out o’the grave :
Thoų art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like molten lead,
Cor.

Sir, do you know me ?
Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you

die ?
Cor. Still, still, far wide !
Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile.

Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ?–Fair daylight !I am mightily abrıs'd.— I should even die with pity,

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To see another thus.-I know not what to say.-
I will not swear, these are my hands :--let's see
I feel this pii, prick. 'Would I were assur’d
Of my condition.
Cor.

0, look npon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me ;-
No, sir, you must not kneel.
Lear.

Pray, do not mock me :
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly,
I fear, I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks, I should know you, and know this man;
Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant
What place this is : and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garn ents; nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night: Do not laugh at me
For, as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.
Cor.

And so I
Lear. Be your tears wet ? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not :
If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
I know, you do not love me ; for your sisters
Have, as I do remember, done me wrong :
You have some cause, they have not.
Cor.

No cause, no cause.
Lear. Am I in France !
Kent.

In your own kingdom, sir.
Lear. Do not abuse me.

Phys. Be comforted, good madam; the great rage,
You see, is cur'd in him : and yet it is danger
To make him even o'er the time he has lost.
Desire him to go in; trouble him no more,
Till further settling.

Cor. Will’t please your highness walk ?
Lear.

You must be with me Pray now, forget and forgive: I am old, and foolish,

[Exeunt LEAR, CORDELIA, Physician, and Attend.

ACT V.

Lear is restored to reason, and aided by the forces of Frano, makes war against the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany, whose armies are led on by Edmund, created by the Earl of Gloster. The King, and Cordelia are defeated, and made prisoners.

SCENE.— The British Camp Noui Dover.
Enter, in conquest, with drum and colors, EDMUND; LEAR, and COR.

DELIA, as prisoners; Officers, Soldiers, fc.
Edm. Some officers take them away: good guard ;
Until their greater pleasures first be krowa
That are to censure them.

Cor.

We are not the first,
Vhr, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst.
For thee, oppressed king, am ) cast down;
Myself could else out-frown false fortune's frown.-
Shall we not see these daughters, and these sisters ?

Lear. No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison :
We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage :
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness : So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses, and who wins; who's in, who's out :-
And take upon us the mystery of things,
As if we were Heaven's spies : And we'll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.
'Edm.

Take them

away.
Lear. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themselves throw incense. Have I caught thee?
He that parts us, shall bring a brand from heaven,
And fire us hence, like foxes. Wipe thine eyes ;
They shall not make us weep: we'll see them starve first.
Come.

Exeunt LEAR, and CORDELIA, guarded. Lear and his daughter are conveyed to Prison, and orders are given by Albany to bang Cordelia.

Punishment now overtakes the guilty Regan and Goneril. In pursuing thei. ük'aw ful love towards Edmund, Regan, through jealousy, poisons her sister, and then dies by her own hand.

Edmund receives the reward of his crimes from Edgar, who challenges him to single sombat and slays him. Gloster is reconciled to his son, and the Play ends with the death

of Lear.

SCENE.-A Prison.
Enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his arms; EDGAR, Officer,

and others.
Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl !=0, you are men of stones ;
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd ase them so
That heaven’s vault should crack :-0, she is gone for e rer!
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
She's dead as earth :—Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
Kont.

Is this the promis'd end ?
Edg. Or image of that horror ?
Lear. This feather stirs; she lives ! if it be so,
It is a chance that does redeem all sorrows
That ever I have felt,
Kent.
O my good master!

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Lear. Pryhee away.
buy.

'Tis noble Kent your friend
Lear. A plagne upon you, murderers, traitors all !
I might have sav'd her; now she's gone for ever! -
Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha !
What is't thou say’st ?-Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, and low: an excellent thing in woman :-
I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee.

Off. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
Jiear.

Did I not, fellow
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these same crosses spoil me.--

--Who are you?
Mine eyes are none o' the best :-I'll tell you straight.

Kent. If fortune brag of two she lov'd and hated,
One of them we behold.

Lear. This is a dull sight: Are you not Kent ?
Kent.

The same.
Your servant Kent: Where is your servant Caius ?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you

that; He'll strike, and quickly too: He's dead and rotten.

Kent. No, my good lord ; I am the very man ;-
Lear. I'll see that straight.

Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay,
Have follow'd your sad steps.

Lear. You are welcome hither.

Kent. Nor no man else; all's cheerless, dark, and dead. you
Your eldest danghters have fore-doom'd themselves,
And desperately are dead.

Lear. And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life:
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more.
Never, never, never, never, never!-
Pray you, undo this button : Thank you, sir
Do you see this ? Look on her,-look,--her lips,
Look there, look there!

(He dies

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This Play is considered by the critics to have “all the merit of entire originality of ..ot and incident.” The traditions of all Europe and the East, furnished the leading dea of fairy character, while classical and mythological history has been drawn upon for he heroical personages.

Our selections from this brilliant poetical composition, are confined to the action of the Drama, as connected with the " princely loves" of Theseus and Hippolyta, and the Athenian Lovers. The humorous under-plots we are unwillingly compe!led to omit from want 'of space.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

In love with Hermia.

THESEUS, Duke of Athens.
EGEUS, father to Hermia.
LYSANDER,
DEMETRIUS,
PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus.
Quince, the carpenter.
SNUG, the joiner.
BOTTOM, the weaver.
FLUTE, the bellows-mender.
SNOUT, the tinker.
STARVĖLING, the tailor
HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus.
HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander.
HELENA, in love with Demetrius.
OBERON, king of the fairies.
Titania, queen of the fairies.
Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a fairy.
PEAS-BLOSSOM, COBWEB, Moth, MUSTARD-SEED, fairies.
Pyramus, Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, Lion, characters in the In.

terlude performed by the Clowns.
Other Fairies attending their King and Queen.
Attendants on These'is and Hippolyla.

SCENE,--ATHENS; and a Wood not far from it.

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