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Gon. No more ; 'tis foolish.
Alb. Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;
Gon. Milk-liver'd man !
Alb. See thyself, devil :-
Gon. O vain fool !
Quæ tenera cæfo virga de trunco ftetit,
Par ipfa matri--And more instances I might have produced from Rutgurfius, in his Variæ Lection. l. 4. c. 16.
(42) -that not know'ft, Fools do these villains pity,] This I have retriev'd from the first Quarto. It seems first to have been retrench'd by the players, for brevity's uke: but, besides that the lines are fine, they admirably display the taunting, termagant disposition of Gonerill, and paint out her contempt of her husband's mild pacifick spirit.
(43) Thou chang’d, and self-converted thing!] This reply of Albany to his imperious wife was likewise retrench'd į but ought not for the future to be loft to our author.. D 6.
Be-monster not thy feature, Were't my fitness
Alb. Glo'ster's eyes !
Mej. A fervant, that he bred, thrill'd with remorse, Oppog'd again it the act; bending his sword
To his great master: who, thereat enrag'd,
Alb. This shews you are above,
Mef. Both, both, my Lord.
Gon. One way, I like this well;
Alb. Where was his son, when they did take his eyes?
Mes. 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
And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend,
Enter Kent, and a Gentleman.
Know you the reason ?
Kent. Who hath he left behind him General?
Kent. Did your letters pierce the Qdeen to any demonftration of grief?
Gent. Ay, Sir, she took 'em, read 'em in my presence;
Kent. O, then it mov'd her.-
Patience and forrow strove
Were (44) - -ber smiles and tears Were like a better day.) Mr. Pope, who thought fit to restore this scene from the old 4to, tacitly sunk this passage upon us, becaufe 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. Warkurton with very happy fagacity struck out the emendation, which I have inserted in the text. And in confirmation of it I must observe, that it is very familiar with our poet, in the description of persons, to allude to the seasons of the year. To give a few instances ; Much Ado about Nothing.
Despight his nice fence and his active practice,
His May of youth and bloom of luftihond.
My Queen to France, from whence, set forth in pomp,
Were like a wetter May. Those happiest smiles,
Kent. Made the no verbal question ?
Gent. Yes, once, or twice, she heav'd the name of Father
The holy water from her heavenly eyes ;
Kent. It is the stars,
Kent. Was this before the King return'd?
She whom the spittle-house and ulc'rous fores
To th' April day again,
- rose of May ! Dear maid ! kind fifter ! &c. (45) And clamour-moisten’d,] This passage, again, Mr. Pope funk upon us; and for the same reason, I suppose. Mr. Warburton dilcover'd likewise, ihat this was corrupt: for tho' clamour (as he obTerves) may diftort the mouth, it is not wont to moisten the eyes. But clamour-motioned conveys a very beautiful idea of grief in Cordeliz, and exactly in character. She bore her grief hitherto, says the relater, in silence ; but being no longer able to contain it, and wanting to vent it in groans and cries, the flies away and retires to her closet to deal with it in private. This he finely calls, clamour-motie on'd; or provok'd to a loud expression of her sorrow, which drives her from company !- It is not impoflible, but Shakespeare might have form'd this fine picture of Cordelja's agony from holy writ, in the conduct of Joseph; who, being no longer able to restrain the vehe. mence of his affection, commanded all his retinue from his presence ; and then wept aloud, and discover’d himself to his brethren,
Gent, No, fince.
Kent. Well, Sir; the poor distressed Lear's in town; Who fometimes, 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 thame so bows him ; his unkindness,
Gent. Alack, poor gentleman !
SC EN E, a Camp.
Enter Cordelia, Physician, and Soldiers. Cor.
As mad as the vext fea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiterr, and furrow-weeds, (46)
With • (46) Crown'd with rankfenitar;] 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 restor’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 it here;
her fallow leas The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory. For this weed is call'd both fumitory and funiterr, nearer to the French derivation fume-terre; which the Latin lopmen term fumaria. It is the same, which by Pliny (from Dioscorides and the other Greek physcians) is named nativès ; because the juice of it has the effect,
Do root upen: