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The fafer fense will ne'er accommodate
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,
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,
Their percb, and not their terror,
-Can these fight? They look
Like men of clouts, set to keep crows from orcbards.
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.
Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature ! this great world
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. I would not take this from report; it is,
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 ?
Men. Age, me afpice.
Cornix aftat, ea volturios duo viciffim vellicat.
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fins with gold,
Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt,
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
Glo. Alack, alack the day!
Leur. When we are born, we cry, that we are come
Enter a Gentleman, with aitendants.
Lear. No rescue? what, a prisoner? I am even
You fall get it by running : fa, fa, fa, fa. [Exit.
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. Hearty thanks :
Glo. Let thy friendly hand
Stew. Wherefore, bold peasanty