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Dear daughter, I confess, that I am old ;
Age is unnecessary : On my knees I beg,
That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food.

Reg. Good Sir, no more ; these are unfightly tricks : Return you to my sister.

Lear. Never, Regan : She hath abated me of half my train ; Look'd blank upon me; ftruck me with her tongue, (10) Moft serpent-like, upon the very heart. All the stor’d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful Top ! strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness !

Corn, Fie, Sir ! fie!

Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes ! infect her beauty, You fen-fuck'd fogs, drawn by the pow'rful sun To fall, and blast her pride.

Reg. O the bleft Gods! So will you wish on me, when the rash mood is on.

Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give Thee o'er to harshness ; her eyes are fierce, but thine Do comfort, and not burn. 'Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my train, To bandy hasty words, to scant my fizes, And, in conclusion, to oppose the bolt Against my coming in. Thou better know'st The offices of nature, bond of child-hood, Effects of courtefie, dues of gratitude : Thy half o'th' Kingdom thou hast not forgot, Wherein I thee endow'd.

Reg. Good Sir, to th' purpose. [Trumpet within. Lear. Who put my man i' th’ Stocks ?

(10) Look'd black upon me,] This is a Phrase which I do not understand; neither have I any where else met with it. But to look blank is a known Expression, signifying, either to give discouraging Looks to another, or to stand dismay'd and disappointed one's-self. The Poet means here, that Gonerill gave him cold Looks, as he before phrases it in this play.


Enter Steward. Corn. What trumpet's that ?

Reg. I know't, my fifter's: this approves her letter, That she would soon be here. Is your lady come?

Lear. This is a slave, whose easie-borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows. Qut, varlet, from my fight. Corn. What means your Grace?

Enter Gonerill.
Lear. Who stockt my servant? Regan, I've good hope,
Thou didst not know on't. Who comes here?
O Heav'ns,

do love old men, if your sweet sway (1)
Hallow obedience, if your selves are old,
Make it your cause ; fend down, and take my part.
Art not asham'd to look upon this beard?
O Regan, will you take her by the hand ?

Gon. Why not by th' hand, Sir ? how have I offended?
All's not offence, that indiscretion finds,
And dotage terms fo.

Lear. O fides, you are too tough! Will you yet hold - how came my man i' th’Stocks?

Corn. I set him there, Sir : but his own disorders Deserv'd much less advancement.

Lear. You ? did you?

Reg. I pray you, Father, being weak, seem fo.
If, 'till the expiration of your month,
You will return and sojourn with my fifter,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me ;
I'm now from home, and out of that provision


if your sweet sway Allow Obedience,] Could any Man in his Senses, and Lear has 'em yet, make it a Question whether Heaven allow'd Obedience: Undoubtedly, the Poet wrote - Hallow Obedience,i. e. if by your Ordinances you hold and pronounce it fanétified; and punish the Violators of it as facrilegious Persons.

Mr. Warburton, Which shall be needful for


Lear. Return to her, and fifty men dismiss’d?
No, rather I abjure all roofs, and chuse (12)
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl ;
To wage, against the enmity o'th' air,
Neceflity's sharp pinch Return with her ?
Why, the hot-blooded France, that dow'rless took
Our youngest born, I could as well be brought
To knee his throne, and 'Squire-like pension beg,
To keep base life a-foot ; Return with her ?
Persuade me rather to be slave, and sumpter,
To this detested groom.

Gon. At your choice, Sir.

Lear. I proythee, daughter, do not make me mads
I will not trouble thee, my child. Farewel ;
We'll no more meet, no more see one another ;
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter,
Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
Which I must needs call mine ; thou art a bile,
A plague-fore, or imbossed carbuncle,
In my corrupted blood ; but I'll not chide thee.
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it ;
I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot,
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging yove.
Mend when thou canst ; be better at thy leisure.
I can be patient, I can stay with Regan;
I, and my hundred Knights.

Reg. Not altogether io;
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided

your fit welcome ; give ear to my sister ;


and chuje
To wage against the enmity o'th Air,
To be a Comrade with the Wolf and Owl,

Necesity's Warp Pinch.] The Breach of the Sense bert is a manifest Proof, that these Lines were transpos’d by the first Editors: Neither can there be any Syntax or Grammatical Coherence, unless we suppose Necessiry's sharp Pinch to be the Accusative to wage. As I have plac'd the Verses, the Sense is fine and easie; and the Sentence compleat and finib'd. VOL. VI.



flack ye,

For those that mingle reason with your passion,
Must be content to think you old, and lo
But she knows what she does.

Lear. Is this well spoken?

Reg. I dare avouch it, Sir ; what, fifty followers
Is it not well ? what should you need of more ?
Yea, or so many ? fince both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number : how in one house
Should many people under two commands,
Hold amity ? 'tis hard, almost impossible.
Gon. Why might not you, my lord,

receive attendance From those that the calls servants, or from mine?

Reg. Why not, my lord ? if then they chanc'd to
We could controul them ; if you'll come to me,
(For now I spy a danger) I intreat you
To bring but five and twenty ; to no more
Will I give place or notice.

Lear. I gave you all
Reg. And in good time you gave it.

Lear. Made you my Guardians, my depofitaries ;
But kept a reservation to be follow'd
With such a number ; muft I come to you
With five and twenty ? Regan; faid you so ?

Reg. And speak’t again, my lord, no more with me,

Lear. Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd, When others are more wicked: Not being worst, Stands in some rank of praise ; I'll


with thee;
Thy fifty yet doth double five and twenty;
And thou art twice her love.

Gon. Hear me, my lord ;
What need you five and twenty, ten, or five,
To follow in a house, where twice so many
Have a command to tend you?

Reg. What needs one ?

Lear. O, reason not the need : oùr baseft beggars
Are in the poorest thing superfluous ;
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap'as beasts!. Thou art a lady ;
If only to go warm were gorgeous,



Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'ft,
Which scarcely keeps thee warm; but for true need,
You heav'ns, give me that patience which I need !.
You see me here, you Gods, a poor old man,
As full of grief as age; wretched in both !
If it be you, that stir these daughters? hearts
Against their father, fool me not so much
To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ;
O let not womens weapons, „water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnat'ral hags,
I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world hall - I will do such things,
What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be
The terrors of the earth : you think, I'll weep :
No, I'll not weep. I have full cause of weeping:
This heart shall break into a thousand flaws
Or ere

weep. O fool, I shall

[Exeunt Lear, Glo'ster, Kent and Fool.
Corn. Let us withdraw, 'twill be a storm.

[Storm and tempeft. Reg. This house is little; the old man and his people Cannot be well bestow'd.

Gon. 'Tis his own blame hath put himself from rest,
And must needs taste his folly.

Reg. For his particular, I'll receive him gladly;
But not one follower.

Gon. So am I purpos’d. :
Where is my Lord of Glofter?

Enter Glo'ster.
Corn. Follow'd the old man forth ; he is return'd.
Glo. The King is in high rage, and will I know noc

Corn. 'Tis best to give him way, he leads himself.
Gon. My lord, intreat him by no means to stay.

Glo. Alack, the night comes on : and the high winds
Do sorely ruffle, for many miles about
There's scarce a bush.

Reg: O Sir, to wilful men,
The injuries, that they themselves procure,

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