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The safer sense will ne'er accommodate
His master thus.

Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining: I am the King himself.

Edg. O thou fide piercing fight!

Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your press-money. (49) That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace; this piece of toasted cheese will do'-there's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, Barb! (50) i th’clout, i th' clout: hewgh.-Give the word.

Edg. Sweet Marjoram. Lear. Pass. Glo. I know that voice. Lear. Ha! Gonerill! hah! Regan! they flatter'd me (49) That fellow hardles his bow like a cow-keeper.] Thus Mr. Pope in his last edition; but I am afraid, betrayed him into the error by an absurd conjecture of my own, in my SHAKESPEARE restored. 'Tis certain we must read crow-keeper here; as likewise in this passage of Romeo and Juliet :

We'll have no Cupid hooded with a scarf,
Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,

Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper. And, it seems, in several counties to this day, they call a stuffed figure, representing a man, and armed with a bow and arrow, (set up to fright the crows, and other birds of prey, from the fruit and corn;) 2 crow-keeper, as well as a scare-crow. To fome such figure our author again alludes in Measure for Measure.

We must not make a scare-crow of the law,
Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,
And let it keep one shape, 'till custom make it

Their percb, and not their terror, But Beaumont and Fletcher in their Bonduca have a passage which will excellently well explain our author's reading.

-Can these fight? They look
Like empty scabbards all; no metalin 'em :

Like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orchards. (50) O well flown bird,] Lear is here raving of arcbery, and shooting at buts, as is plain by the words i tb' clout, that is, the white mark they set up and aim at : hence the phrase, to bit the white. So that we must certainly read, O well-flown, barb ! i. c. the barbed, or bearded arrow,

Mr. Warburton.

em out.

like a dog, and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing that I faid-Ay, and no, too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding ; there I found 'em, there I smelt

Go to, they are not men o' their words; they told me, I was every thing: ’tis a lie, I am not agueproof.

Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember: Is’t not the King ?

Lear. Ay, every inch a King. When I do ftare, fee how the abjeet quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? Adultery? theu Malt not die; die for adultery? no, the wren goes to’t, and the small gilded fly does letcher in my fight. Let copulation thrive: for Glofter's baftard son was kinder to his father, than my daughters got 'tween the lawful theets. To't, luxury, pell-mell; for I lack soldiers. Behold yon fimpering dame, whole face 'tween her forks presages snow; that minces virtue, and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's name. The fit-chew, nor the foiled horfe goes to’t with a more riotous appetite: down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above: but fo the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends. There's hell, there's darkness, there is the fulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption : fie, fie, fie; pah, palvį give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination ! there's money for thee.

Glo. O, let me kiss that hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it firit, it smells of mortality.

Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! this great world
Shall so wear out to nought. Do'st thou know me?

Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough: dost thou {quiny at me? no, do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love. Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it. Gło. Were all the letters suns, I could not see one.


Edg. I would not take this from report; it is,
And my heart breaks at it.

Lear. Read.
Glo. What, with this case of eyes ?

Lear. Oh, ho, are you there with me? no eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse: your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light; yet you fee how this world goes.

Glo. I see it feelingly.

Lear. What, art mad? a man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see, how yond juflice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine ear: change places, and handy-dandy, which is the juflice, which is the thief? Thou halt seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar : (51)

Glo. Ay, Sir.

Lear. And the creature run from the cur? there thou might'st behold the great image of authority; a dog's obey'd in office. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lath that whore ? Itrip thy own back; Thou hotly luít'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whip’st her. Th'usurer hangs the cozener. Through tatter'd cloaths small vices do appear;

(51) Thou baft seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar ? &c.] This ex. quifite piece of satire, dreft up in a figure and method of imagining from abfent circumstances, has greatly the air of iinitation froin the ancients. It is that fort of figure, by which (as Minturnus has one served in his elaborate treatise De Poeta) oftenditur interdum, quafi ante oculos fit, fieta imago : a feigned image of things is sometimes reprefented, as if really in view. Plautus is very full of this imagery: and I'll subjoin two instances that have very much the cast of this in our author, only more ludicrous in their turn : In his Menæchmei, Act. I. Alen. Dic mihi, nunquàm tu vidiffi tabulam pietam in pariete,

Ubi aquila catamitum raperet, aut ubivenus adoneuin
Pen. Sæpè. Sed quid iftæ pieturæ ad me attinent ?

Men. Age, me aspice.
And in his Moftellaria. A&. 3. Sc. 2.
Tra. Viden' pietum, ubi ludificatur cornix una volturios duo?

Cornix astat, ea volturios duo vicillim vellicat,
Quejo, huc ad me specta, cornicem ut confpicere poffies.


Sc. 2.

Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fins with go
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks :
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em
Take that of me, my friend, who have the pow'r
To seal th’ accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And, like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou do'st not.
Now, now, now, now. Pull off my boots: harder, harde

Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt,
Reason in madness !

Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes I know thee well enough, thy name is Glofter; Thou must be patient; we came crying hither : Thou know'ft, the first time that we smell the air, We wawle and cry. I will preach to thee: mark

Glo. Alack, alack the day!

Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are com To this great stage of fools.-This a good block !It were a delicate stratagem to shoe А troop

of horse with feit; I'll put't in proof; And when I've stol’n upon these sons-in-law, Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter a Gentleman, with attendants.
Gent. O, here he is, lay hand upon him; Sir,
Your most dear daughter-

Lear. No rescue? what, a prisoner? I am even
The natural-fool of fortune. Use me well,
You shall have ransom. Let me have surgeons,
I am cut to th' brains.

Gent. You shall have any thing.

Lear. No seconds ? all myself?
Why this would make a man, a man of falt;
To use his eyes for garden-water-pots,
And laying autumn's duft. I will die bravely,
Like a smug bridegroom. What? I will be jovial :
Come, come; I am a King. My masters, know you that

Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, an you get it,


You shall get it by running : fa, fa, fa, sa. [Exit.

Gent. A fight moft pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Part speaking of in a King. Thou hast one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.

Edg. Hail, gentle Sir.
Gent. Sir, speed you: what's your will?
Edg. Do you hear ought, Sir, of a battle toward ?
Gent. Most sure, and vulgar : every one hears that,
Which can diftinguish found.

Edg. But by your favour, How near's the other army?

Gent. Near, and on speedy foot: the main descry Stands on the hourly thought.

Edg. I thank you, Sir; that's all. Gent. Though that the Queen on special cause is here, Her army is mov'd on.

[Exit. Edg. I thank you, Sir.

Glo. You ever gentle gods, take my breath from me; Let not my worser Spirit tempt me again To die before you please.

Edg. Well pray you, father.
Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you?
Edg. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand,
I'll lead you to fome biding.

Glo. Hearty thanks:
The bounty and the benizon of heav'n.
To boot, and boot !

Enter Steward.
Stew. A proclaim'd prize! most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd fles,
To raise my fortunes. Old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember : the sword is out,
That must destroy thee.

Glo. Let thy friendly hand
Put strength enough to't.

Stew. Wherefore, bold peasant,
Vol. VI.



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