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Lo, with a band of bow-men and of pikes, Brown bills, and targiteers."

a There's your press-money.) The allusion is probably, as Douce remarks, to the money which was paid to soldiers when they wen retained in the king's service

- brown bills.-) A "bill," the old weapon of the English infantry, was a sort of battle axe with a long handle; and "brown bills" are occasionally mentioned by writers of Shakespeare's age; thus Marlowe, in King Edward II.

d i' the clout !) The clout was the centre mark in the target; what we now call the bull's-eye; and possibly took its name from the clout or pin by which the target was suspended. See note (b) p. 598, vol. I.

LEAB. Pass.

Glo. Were all the letters suns, I could not Glo. I know that voice.

see. LEAR, Ha! Goneril !-- with a white beard ! Eng. I would not take this from report ;They flattered me like a dog; and told me I had * It is, and my heart breaks at it. white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were LEAR. Read. there. To say ay, and no, to every thing that I | Glo. What, with the case of eyes ? said Ay and no too was no good divinity. LEAR. O, ho! are you there with me? No eyes When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind in your head, nor no money in your purse ? Your to make me chatter; when the thunder would not eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light: peace at my bidding, there I found 'em, there I yet you see how this world goes. smelt 'em out. Go to, they are not men o' their Glo. I see it feelingly. words : they told me I was every thing; 't is a LEAR. What, art mad ? A man may see how he ;-I am not ague-proof.

(ber : this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remem ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple Is't not the king ?

thief. Hark, in thine ear : change places; and, LEAR.

Ay, every inch a king! handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. thief?—Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause ? beggar? Adultery ?

Glo. Ay, sir. Thou shalt not die : die for adultery! No:

LEAR. And the creature run from the cur? The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly There thou mightst behold the great image of Does lecher in my sight.

authority: a dog's obeyed in office.Let copulation thrive, for Gloster's bastard son Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand ! Was kinder to his father than my daughters Why dost thou lash that whore ? Strip thine * Got 'tween the lawful sheets.

own back; To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind Behold yond simpering dame,

For which thou whipp’st her. The usurer hangs Whose face between her forks presages snow;

the cozener. That mincesê virtue, and does shake the head Through tatter'd clothes small † vices do appear ; To hear of pleasure's name ;—.

Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sino with The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to 't

gold, With a more riotous appetite.

And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Down from the waist they are Centaurs,

Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it. Though women all above :

None does offend, none, - I say, none; I'll abled But to the girdle do the gods inherit,

'em ; Beneath is all the fiends'; there's hell, there's Take that of me, my friend, who have the power darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes ; scalding, stench, consumption !—fie, fie, fie ! pah, And, like a scurvy politician, seem pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, To see the things thou dost not.-Now, now, now, tot sweeten my imagination : there's money for

now: thee.

Pull off my boots :---harder, harder ;-—so. GLO. O, let me kiss that hand !

EDG. O, matter and impertinency mix'd ! LEAR. Let me wipe it first; it smells of Reason in madness ! mortality.

LEAR. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great

eyes. world

I know thee well enough, thy name is Gloster: Shall so wear out to noaght.-Dost thou know Thou must be patient; we came crying hither : me?

Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, Laag. I remember thine eyes well enough. We wawl and cry.--I will preach to thee; mark ! Dost thou squiny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Glo. Alack, alack the day! Cupid, I'll not love.—Read thou this challenge; LEAR. When we are born, we cry that we are Dark but the penning of it.

come (*) First folio inserts, the. (t) First folio omits, to.

(*) First folio, thy.

(t) First folio, great. . That minces cirtue, That affects the coy timidity of virtue. of Gloucester.

I would not take this from report, &c.] There is some c Plate sin with gold,-) A correction by Pope and Theobald ;

certs here. What is it Edgar would not take from report? the old text having, Place sinnes." This passage down to," To Het bare been aware of his father's deprivation of sight; seal the accuser's lips," inclusive, is only in the folio. beat it is mentioned in the previous scene. We are, perhaps, d - able 'em] Qualify them. to expose the poor King exhibits the proclamation for the killing

To this great stage of fools—This a good | EDG.

I thank you, sir : that's all. block :

Gent. Though that the queen on special cause It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe

is here, A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof; Her army is mov'd on. And when I have stoln upon these sons-in-law,* EDG.

I thank you, sir. [Exit Gent. Then, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill !!

Glo. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath

from me ;

Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
Enter a Gentleman with Attendants. To die before you please!

EDG.

Well pray you, father. GENT. O, here he is; lay hand upon him.—Sir, Glo. Now, good sir, what are you? Your most dear daughter

EDG. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's LEAR. No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even

blows; The natural Fool of fortune.—Use me well;

Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons ; | Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand, I am cut to the brains.

I'll lead you to some biding.
GENT.
You shall have any thing. Glo.

Hearty thanks : LEAR. No seconds ? All myself ?

The bounty and the benison of heaven
Why, this would make a man å man of salt, To boot, and boot !
To use his eyes for garden water-pots,
Ay, and laying autumn's dust.

Enter OswALD.
GENT.

Good sir,— LEAR. I will die bravely, like a f bridegroom: Osw. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! what !

That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh I will be jovial; come, come; I am a king, To raise my fortunes.—Thou old unhappy traitor, My I masters, know you that !

Briefly thyself remember :—the sword is out Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you. That must destroy thee. LEAR. Then there's life in 't. Nay g an you! Glo.

Now let thy friendly hand get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa ! Put strength enough to it. [Edgar interposes. [Exit, running ; Attendants follow. Osw.

Wherefore, bold peasant, GENT. A sight most pitiful in the meanest Dar’st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence! wretch,

Lest that the infection of his fortune take Past speaking of in a king !—Thou hast onell Like hold on thee. Let go his arm. daughter,

Eng. Chill not let go, zir, without vurther Who redeems nature from the general curse

'casion. Which twain have brought her to.

Osw. Let go, slave, or thou diest ! Eng. Hail, gentle sir.

EDG. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let GENT. Sir, speed you : what's your will ? | poor volk pass. An chud ha' been zwagger'd Edg. Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward ? out of my life, 't would not ha' been zo long as Gent. Most sure and vulgar, every one hears 't is by a vortnight.–Nay, come not near th' old that,

man; keep out, che vor ye, or ise try whether Which can distinguish sound.

your costard or my ballowf be the harder : chill Eng.

But, by your favour, be plain with you. How near's the other army?

Osw. Out, dunghill ! Gent. Near and on speedy foot; the main Edg. Chill pick your teeth, zir: come ; no descry

matter vor your foins. Stands on the hourly thought.

[They fight; and EDGAR fells him.

Ay, and laying autumn's dust.
GEXT.

( First folio, Son in Larees.

) First folio inserts, smugge. (3) First folio omits, My.

() First folio, Come.

(1) First folio, a. # This a good block - "* t'pon the king's saying. I till preach to the the poet seems to have meant him to pull off his hat, and keep turning it and feeling it, in the attitude of one of the preachers of those times (whom I have seen so represented in ancient prints), till the idea of felt, which the good at or block was made of, raises the stratagem in his brain of sho ing a troop of horse with a substance sont as that which he held and moulded between his hands. This makes him start from his proachment."

STREYENS.

o killKill! &e.) This was the ancient cry of assault in the English army. Shakespeare introduces it again ia "Coriolanus, Aet V. Se. 3; when the conspirators attack Coriolanus.

Good sir,-)
Omitted in the folio.

- the main descry

Stands on the hourly thought.] The meaning appears to be, the sight of the main body is expected hourly; but the expression is as harsh and disagreeable as the speaker's * Most sure and vulgar "> just before.

-'t would not ha' been so long as it is by a vortnightSteevens has remarked, but the reason is unexplained, that when our ancient writers have occasion to introduce a rustic, they commonly allot him this Somersetshire dialect.

- ballow_ In some of the provincial dialects, ballot means a pole or stair

– foins ) Thrusts.

Osw. Slave, thou hast slain me:-villain, take

Re-enter EDGAR. my purse ; If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body,

Edg.

Give me your hand. And give the letters which thou find'st about me,

Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum : To Edmund earl of Gloster; seek him out

Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. Upon the British* party :-0, untimely death!t

[Exeunt. [Dies. Edg. I know thee well : a serviceable villain ; As duteous to the vices of thy mistress,

SCENE VII.-A Tent in the French Camp. As badness would desire.

LEAR on a bed asleep ; Physician, Gentleman, Glo.

What, is he dead ? and others, attending ; soft music playing." Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you.— Let's see his I pockets: these § letters, that he

Enter CORDELIA and Kent. speaks of, May be my friends.--He's dead; I am only sorry

CORD. O thou good Kent, how shall I live and He had no other death’s-man.—Let us see :

work, . Leave, gentle wax: and, manners, blame us not :

To match thy goodness? My life will be too

short, To know our enemies' minds, we rip their

And every measure fail me. hearts ;

KENT. To be acknowledg’d, madam, is o'erTheir papers, is more lawful.

paid. [Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. |

All my reports go with the modest truth ; You have many opportunities to cut him off : if i Nor more nor clipp’d, but so. your will want not, time and place will be fruit

CORD.

Be better suited : fully offered. There is nothing done, if he | These weeds are memories of those worser hours ; return the conqueror : then am I the prisoner, | I pr’ythee, put them off. and his bed my gaol ; from the loathed warmth KENT.

Pardon, dear madam ; thereof deliver me, and supply the place for your | Yet to be known, shortens my made intent: labour.

My boon I make it, that you know me not,
Your (wife, so I would say,) Till time and I think meet.
affectionate servant,

CORD. Then be't so, my good lord.—How does
GONERIL.

the king ?

[To the Physician. 0, undistinguish'd space of woman's will !

Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life; [sands, Cond. O you kind gods,
And the exchange, my brother !-Here, in the Cure this great breach in his abused nature !
Thce I'll rake up, the post unsanctified

The untun’d and jarring senses, 0, wind up
Of murderous lechers : and, in the mature time, Of this child-changed father !
With this ungracious paper strike the sight

Phys.

So please your majesty Of the death-practis'd duke: for him 'tis well, That we may wake the king ? he hath slept long. That of thy death and business I can tell.

CORD. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and [Exit, dragging out the body.

. proceed Glo. The king is mad: how stiff is my vile l' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd ? sense,

GENT. Ay, madam ; in the heaviness of sleep, That I stand up, and have ingenious feeling We put fresh garments on him. Of my huge sorrows! Better I were distract : Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake So should my thoughts be sever'd from my griefs,

him ; And woes, by wrong imaginations, lose

I doubt not* of his temperance. The knowledge of themselves. [Drum afar off. CORD.

Very well.

First folio, English. (1Pirst folio, there.

old text repeats, death. (6) First folio, the.

* 0, undistinguish'd space of tooman's will!-) In the quartos Te read, “O undistinguisht space of womans wit"; in the folio, "Ob indieguish'd space of Womans will;" and Mr. Collier's Frotator suggests, 0, unertinguish'd blaze of woman's will!" Whatever may have been the original lection, it was plainly an etelamation against the indiscriminate caprice of woman as nilit ted by Goneril in plotting against a virtuous husband's life merely to gain a villain like Edmund, and not, as Mr. Collier serts, against the * unextinguishable appetite" of the sex: his annotator's ennendation is therefore indefensible. We should, perhaps read ". indistinguishable sense of woman's will."

(*) First folio omits, not. 0 soft music playing.) This part of the stage direction was judiciously interpolated by Mr. Dyce.

C-- made intent:) This may import purposed intent; but Mr. Collier's annotator proposes a very plausible change-"My main intent."

d Madam, sleeps still.] In the folio, the Physician and Gentle-
man form one character; the parts were combined probably, as
Mr. Collier surmises, to suit the economy of performers.
CORD,

Very well.
Phys. Please you, draw near Louder the music there.)
These two speeches are not in the folio.

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Phys. Please you, draw near.–Louder the

music there! CORD. O my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms chat my two sisters Have in thy reverence made! KENT.

Kind and dear princess ! CORD. Had you not been their father, these

white flakes Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face To be oppos'd against the warringt 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 hare stood that night Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn,

In short 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.
CORD. How does my royal lord? How fares

your majesty ? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the

grave:Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound l'pon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. CORD.

Sir, do you know me? LEAR. You are a spirit, I know; when * did

you die? CORD. Still, still, far wide ! Pars. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. LEAR. Where have I been ? Where am I?

Fair daylight?

(*) Pirst folio, Did chat

(*) First folia bomen
To stand against the deep read datethundert
In the most terrible and aimdesinede
Of quick, cross-lightaing! to water per via

(*) First folio, where. With this thin helm !) These lines are omitted in the folio.

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