That play'd on her ripe lip, feem'd not to know. If all could fo become it. SCENE IV. Defcription of Lear distracted. (22) Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now As mad as the vext fea; finging aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiterr, and furrow weeds, In our sustaining corn. SCENE VI. Defcription of Dover-Cliff. Come on, fir, here's the place-stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to caft one's eyes fo low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Glofter's which is the most probable word that occurs at present, tho' I advance it not with any degree of certainty. He speaks of a shequer'd fbadow, in Titus Andronicus, A&t. I. Sc. 4. (22) Alack, &c.] See Hamlet, A. 4. S. 1o. and the note, Glofter's Farewel to the World. (23) O, you mighty gods! This world I do renounce: and in your fights SCENE VII. Lear, in his Madness, on the grofs Ha! Goneril! ha! Regan! they flattered me like a dog, and told me I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To fay, 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 fmelt 'em out. Go to, they are not (24) men o' their words; (23) Glofier is afterwards convinced of his mistake, and confirmed in the duty of sufferance: he fays; I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Enough, enough, and die. At the end of the Ocdipus, Coloneus of Sophocles, there is a fine reflection like this; Το Φερον εκ Θε8, &c. That which the gods bring on us,”we should bear (24) See Act 2. Sc. 6. foregoing. Mr. Upton, mifled by the beginning of this fpeech; and apprehending the king, in his madnefs ufed exact connection, tells us we fhould not read, men o'their words, but women of their words: whereas it is plain, he words; they told me, I was every thing: 'tis a lie, I am not ague-proof. On the Abuse of Power. Thou rafcal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why dost thou lafh that whore? ftrip thine own back; Thou hotly luft'st to use her in that kind, For which thou whipp'ft her. The ufurer hangs the cozener. Through tatter'd cloaths fmall vices do appear; To fee the things thou dost not, SCENE X. Cordelia on the Ingratitude of her O, my dear feather, restoration hang Had you not been their father, thofe white flakes Was this a face, To be expos'd against the warring winds? To ftand against the deep, dread bolted thunder? Of quick, crofs lightning? * * * And ofe who he runs off from the thoughts of his daughters to flattered him, and all through the fpeech speaks of them only: the criticism is fcarce worth remarking, except it be to fhew, how fubject all of us are to mistakes, and how little reafon the very wifeft have to triumph over the errors of others. * * And waft thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with fwine and rogues forlorn, In fhort and mufty ftraw? alack, alack! 'Tis wonder that thy life and wits, at once, Had not concluded all. Scene between Lear and Cordelia. Cord. How does my royal Lord? how fares your Majefty? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave. Ha! is this too a world of cruelty? I know my privilege: think not that I will Cord. Speak to me, fir; who am I? Lear. You are a foul in bliss: but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, which my own tears Do fcald like molten lead. Cord. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know: where did you die? Cord. Still, ftill, far wide. Phyf. Madam, he's fcarce awake; he'll foon grow more compos'd. Lear. Where have I been? where am I? Fair daylight! I am mightily abus'd, I fhould even die with pity These are my hands. Cord. O look upon me, Sir, And hold your hands in bleffing over me ;; nay You must kneel. Lear. Pray do not mock me. I am a very foolifh fond old man, Fourfcore and upward: and to deal plainly with you, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Cor. Nay, then farewel to patience: witness for me, Ye mighty pow'rs, I ne'er complain'd till now! Lear. Lear. Methinks I fhould know you, and know this man, Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant What place this is: and all the skill I have To be my child Cordelia. Cor. O my dear, dear father! Lear. Be your tears wet? weep, yes faith? pray do not I know I have giv'n thee caufe, and am fo humbled Forgiveness of thee, were it poffible That thou cou'dft grant it; but I'm well affur'd Blefs thee and die. Cor. O pity, fir, a bleeding heart, and cease This killing language. Lear. Tell me, friends, Where am I? Gent. In your own kingdom, fir. Lear. Do not abuse me. Gent. Be comforted, good madam, for the violence Of his diftemper's paft: we'll lead him in, ́ Nor trouble him, till he is better fettled. Wilt please you, fir, walk into freer air? Lear. You must bear with me, I am old and foolish. ACT V. SCENE V. Lear to Cordelia, when taken Prifoners No, no, no, no; come, let's away to prison, We two alone will fing like birds i'th' cage: When thou doft afk me bleffing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: fo we'll live, And |