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The fafer fense 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 handles his bow like a cow-keeper.] Thus Mr. Pope in his last edition, but I am afraid, I 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;) a 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 Flercber 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 metal in ’em :

Like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orcbards.
(50) O well flown bird,] Lear is here raving of arcbery, and shoot-
ing 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.

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like a dog, and told me, I had white hairs in my be ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, every thing that I said-Ay, and no, too was no g divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would peace at my bidding ; there I found 'em, there I în 'em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words ; u told me, I was every thing: 'tis a lie, I am not ag proof.

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

Lear. Ay, every inch a King. When I do flare, fee how the iubject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? Adultery! thou shalt not die; die for adultery? n the wren goes to’t, and the small gilded fly does letch in my fight. Let copulation thrive: for Glofter's ba tard son was kinder to his father, than my daughte got 'tween the lawful fheets. To't, luxury, pell-mel for I lack soldiers. Behold yon fimpering dame, who face 'tween her forks presages snow; that minces vi tue, and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's nam The fit-chew, nor the foiled horfe goes to’t with a mo. riotous appetite: down from the waist they are cer taurs, though women all above: but to the girdle d the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends. There hell, there's darkness, there is the fulphurous pi burning, scalding, Itench, consumption : fie, fie, fie pah, pah; give me an ounce of civet, good apothe cary, to sweeten my imagination ! there's money fo thee.

Glo. O, let me kiss that hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it first, it fmells of mortality.

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

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

Edg.

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 justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark in thine ear : change places, and handy-dandy, which is the juslice, which is the thief? Thou hait feen a farmer's dog bark at a beggari (51)

Glo. Ay, Sir.

Lear. And the creature run from the cur? there thou might'st bokold the great image of authority; a dog's obey'd in ofiice. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore ? strip thy own back; Thou hotly lust'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, drejt up in a figure and method of imagining from absent circumstances, has greatly the air of initation from the ancients. It is that sort of figure, by which (as Minturnus has ohserved in his elaborate treatise De Poeta) oftenditur interdum, quasi ante oculos fit, fičia imago : a feigned image of things is fometimes represented, 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, nunquam tu vidifti tabulam diétam in pariete,

Ubi aquila catamitum raperet, aut ubi venus adoneumn ?
Pen. Sæpè. Sed quid iftæ pitturæ ad me attinent ?

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

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

Robes

Sc, 2.

Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fins with gold,
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 scal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes,
And, like a scurvy politician, feem
To see the things thou do'st not.
Now, now, now, now. Pull off my boots: harder, harder,fo.

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 it, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawle and cry. I will preach to thee: mark-

Glo. Alack, alack the day!

Leur. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
To this great stage of fools.-This a good block !-
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
A troop of horse with felt; I'll put't in proof;
And when I've stol'n upon

these fons-in-law,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

Enter a Gentleman, with aitendants.
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 furgeons,
I am cut to th' brains.
Gent. You shall have

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

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

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Gent. A fight moft pitiful in the meaneft wretch, Paft 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.

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.

Gló. 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 forrows,
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 flesh,
To raise my fortunes. Old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember : the sword is out,
That mult destroy thee,

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

Stew. Wherefore, bold peasanty
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