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This night, wherein the (14) cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion, and the belly-pinched wolf
SCENE II. Lear's passionate Exclamations amidfi the Tempest.
Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, fpout
Till you have drencht our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You fulph'rous and thought-executing fires, (15) Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head. And thou, all fhaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world;
Crack nature's mould, all (16) germins fpill at once That make ingrateful man.
Rumble thy belly-full, fpit fire, fpout rain;
(14) Gub-drawn.] i. e. Drawn dry by its cubs, and therefore the more ready to go out in fearch of prey; he speaks of a lionefs with udders all drawn dry, in the play of As you like it.
(15) Vaunt-couriers, &c.] Nothing can be plainer than this pallage, which it is furprifing Mr. Warburton should fo much miftake, as to imagine this line the players [purious iffue, on account of any contradiction in it; the Reader may fee his note, and Mr. Edwards's comment upon it, in the Canons of Criticism, P. 33. In the mean time we may be contented with this clear fenfe "You fires and lightnings, fore-runners of the thunder, finge me, &c. You thunder, ftrike flat the thick rotundity of the world."
(16) Germins] Vulg. Germains-This reading is Mr. Theetak's. The word is derived from germen, orofa, feed,-the fenfe is, "Crack nature's mould, and fpill all the feeds of mat ter, that are hoarded within it." In the Winter's Tale he fays;
Let nature crush the fides of th' earth together,
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
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Kent. Alas, fir, are you here? things that love night,
Love not fuch nights as thefe: the wrathful skies
Man's nature cannot carry
Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch That haft within thee undivulged, crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand! Thou perjure, and thou fimilar of virtue, Thou art incestuous! caitiff, shake to pieces, That under covert and convenient seeming, Haft practis'd on man's life!-Clofe pent up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and ask These dreadful fummoners grace. I am a man More finn'd against, than finning.
Kent. Alack, bare headed?
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel;
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempeft.
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Lear. Thou think'ft 'tis much, that this contentious
17) Gallow] i.e. Scare, frighten. See the foregoing paffage.
Invades us to the fkin; fo 'tis to thee;
The body's delicate; the tempeft in my mind.
Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
Lear. Pr'ythee go in thyfelf; feek thine own ease; This tempeft will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more-but I'll go in, In, boy, go first. You houfelefs povertyNay, get thee in; I'll pray, and then I'll fleepPoor naked wretches, wherefoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitilefs ftorin! How fhall your houfelefs heads, and unfed fides, Your loop'd and window'd raggednefs defend you From feafons fuch as these?-O, I have ta'en Too little care of this! take phyfic, pomp; Expofe thyfelf to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayft fhake the fuperflux to them, And fhew the heavens more just.
Enter Edgar, difguis'd like a Madman.
Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me. fharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. thy bed and warm thee.
Through the Humph, go to
Lear. Didit thou give all to thy daughters? and art thou come to this? * * * *
* * * * * * Didft thou give them all?
Lear. Death! traitor, nothing could have fubdu'd
To fuch a lowness, but his unkind daughters.
SCENE VI. On Man.
(19) Is man no more than this? Confider him well. Thou ow'ft the worm no filk, the beaft no hide, the fheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three of us are fophifticated. Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but fuch a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings: come unbutton here.
The Justice of Providence.
That I am wretched,
(18) I have given the Reader all the most beautiful paffages of this celebrated part of the tragedy, and have avoided any comments on it, as its beauties are fo ftriking, and fo generally commended; however, if he thinks proper, he may, by confulting Mr. Smith's tranflation of Longinus, find fome obfervations there, not unworthy his regard. See the 3d note on the roth fection.
(19) Is man, &c.] See Measure for Measure,
Let the fuperfluous and luft-dieted man,
SCENE III. Patience and Sorrow.
Patience and forrow ftrove
Which fhould exprefs her geodlieft: you have seen
(20) That flaves, &c.] Mr. Warburton is for reading, braves here but he still forgets how frequently Shakespear makes verbs of fubftantives, and inftead of endeavouring to explain his author's words, immediately has recourfe to the easy art of altering, when there is any difficulty: by faves your ordinance, the poet means, makes a flave of your ordinance: "makes it fubfervient, as Mr. Upton obferves, to his fuperfluities and lufts."
(21) Were like a bitter day.] So the old editions read; Mr. Warburton fays, "without queftion we should read,
A wetter May
i. e. "a fpring-feason wetter than ordinary; I cannot come into his opinion; nor by any means apprehend, how her fmiles and tears can with any propriety be compared to a fpring-season, wetter than ordinary: the poet is comparing her patience and forrow, expreft, the one by fmiles, the other by tears, to a day, wherein there is both funshine and rain at the fame time: you have feen, fays he, funshine and rain at once; fuch was her patience and forrow: her fmiles and tears were like a day fo chequer'd, when the rain and the funshine contended as it were together. This I apprehend to be the fenfe of the paffage. But then what muft we do with better? I own myself incapable of fixing any fenfe to it, nor does any emendation ftrike me, that the Reader perhaps will judge plaufible enough: he'll fee, I had an eye in the explaining of the paffage, on chequer'd :
Her fmiles and tears