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And the remainders, that shall ftill depend,
Lear. Darkness and devils !
Gon. You strike my people, and your disorder'd rabble Make servants of their betters.
To them, Enter Albany. Lear. Woe! that too late reperts— O, Sir, are you
come? Is it your will, speak, Sir ? prepare my horses.
[To Albany. Ingratitude ! thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou shew'st thee in a child, Than the sea-monster.
Alb. Pray, Sir, be patient.
Lear. Detested kite! thou lieft. [To Gonerill. My train are men of choice and rarest parts, That all particulars of duty know ; And in the most exact regard support The worships of their names. O most small fault ! How ugly didst thou in Cordelia shew? Which, like an engine, wrencht my frame of nature From the fixt place; drew from my heart all love, And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, [Striking his head. And thy dear judgment out, - Go, go, my people.
Alb. My lord, I'm guiltless, as I'm ignorant,
Lear. It may be so, my lord
Create her child of spleen, that it may live,
Alb. Now, Gods, that we adore, whereof comes this?
Gon. Never afflict your self to know of it:
Lear. What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
Alb. What's the matter, Sir ?
Lear. I'll tell thee life and death! I am asham'd That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus ;
[To Gon. That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, Should make thee worth them. - blasts and fogs upon
sense about thee! Old fond eyes,
(5) With cadent Tears,] Mr. Warburton very happily here suspects our Author wrote, candent: as an Epithet of much more Energy, and more likely to effe& Lear's Imprecation. He brings in Confirmation, what the King says presently after s
That these hot Tears, that break from me perforce, And what he says towards the End of the 4th Ac :
- but I am bound Upon a Wheel of Fire, that mine own Tears Do scald like molten Lead.
I. I have cast off for ever. [Ex. Lear and attendants.
Gon. Do you mark that ?
Gon. Pray you, be content. What, Oswald, ho!
with thee :
[Exit. Gon. This man hath had good counsel, - a hundred
[Knights! 'Tis politick, and safe, to let him keep A hundred Knights ; yes, that on ev'ry dream, Each buz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, He may enguard his dotage with their pow’rs, And hold our lives at mercy: Oswald, I say.
Alb. Well, you may fear too far ;
Gon. Safer than trust too far.
Stew. Ay, Madam.
Gon. Také you some company, and away to horse ;
You are much more at task for want of wisdom,
Alb. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell ; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
Gon. Nay, then
SCEN E, a Court-Yard belonging to the Duke
of Albany's Palace.
Re-enter Lear, Kent, Gentleman and Fool. Lear. O you
thing you know, than comes from her demand out of the letter; if your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you. Kent. I will not sleep, my lord, 'till I have delivered
[Exit. Fool. If a man's brain were in his heels, wer't not indanger of kibes?
Lear. Ay, boy.
Lear. Ha, ha, ha.
Fool. Shalt see, thy other daughter will use thee kindly ; for though he's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
Lear. What can'ft tell, boy?
Fool. She will taste as like this, as a crab does to a crab. Can't thou tell, why one's nose ftands i'th' middle of one's face?
Fool. Why, to keep one's eyes of either side one's rose ; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
Lear. I did her wrong
Fool. Nor I neither ; but I can tell, why a snail has a house. Lear. Why?
Fool. Why, to put's head in, not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a case.
Lear. I will forget my nature : so kind a father! be my horses ready?
Fool. Thy asses are gone about 'em; the reason, why the seven stars are no more than seven, is a pretty reason.
Lear. Because they are not eight.
Lear. To take't again perforce ! — monfter ingratitude !
Fool. If you were my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time.
Lear. How's that?
Fool. Thou should'It not have been old, 'till thou hadít been wise.
Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heav'n!
Gent. Ready, my lord.