Which presently they read: on whose contents, They summon'd up their meiny*, straight took horse; The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks: Whose welcome, I perceiv'd, had poison'd mine, Display'd so saucily against your highness,) Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind; Shall see their children kind. Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to the poor. But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours for thy daughters, as thou can'st tell in a year. Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy elements below! - Where is this daughter? Lear. Stay here. Follow me not; [Exit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you speak of? 4 They summon'd up their meiny,] Meiny, i. e. people; from mesne, a house. Mesnie, a family, Fr. -5 dolours-] Quibble between dolours and dollars. 6 O, how this mother, &c.] Lear here affects to pass off the swelling of his heart ready to burst with grief and indignation, for the discase called the Mother, or Hysterica passio, which, in our author's time, was not thought peculiar to women only. Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train? Fool. An thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it. Kent. Why, fool? Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again; I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it. That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, And follows but for form, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. And let the wise man fly: The knave turns fool, that runs away; Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool? Fool. Not i'the stocks, fool. Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTer. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary: ? They have travell'd hard to-night? Mere fetches; The images of revolt and flying off! Fetch me a better answer. Glo. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the duke; How unremoveable and fix'd he is Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion! Fiery? what quality? why, Gloster, Gloster, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall, and his wife. Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so. Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man? Glo. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service: Are they inform'd of this? blood! My breath and Fiery? the fiery duke?- Tell the hot duke, that - Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, And am fallen out with my more headier will, Is practice only. Give me my servant forth: Go, tell the duke and his wife, I'd speak with them, Till it cry-Sleep to death. Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. [Exit. Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart! - but, down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the 7— this remotion-] From their own house to that of the earl of Gloster. 8 Is practice only.] Practice is, in Shakspeare, and other old writers, used commonly in an ill sense for unlawful artifice. eels, when she put them i'the pastes alive; she rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down: 'Twas her brother, that, in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants. Lear. Good morrow to you both. Hail to your grace! [KENT is set at liberty. Reg. I am glad to see your highness. Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reason I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepúlch'ring an adultress.-O, are you free? [TO KENT. Some other time for that. Beloved Regan, I can scarce speak to thee; thou'lt not believe, Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope, You less know how to value her desert, Than she to scant her duty." Say, how is that? Lear. Lear. My curses on her! Reg. O, sir, you are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge 8 i'the paste-] The paste, or crust of a pie, in Shakspeare's time, was called a coffin. scant her duty,] i. e. be deficient in her duty, but the expression is inaccurate. Of her confine: you should be rul'd, and led Say, you have wrong'd her, sir. Lear. Ask her forgiveness? Do you but mark how this becomes the house?1 [Kneeling. That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks : Return you to my sister. Lear. Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train; Look'd black upon me; struck me with her tongue, All the stor❜d vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, Corn. Fye, fye, fye! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! Reg. O the blest gods! So will you wish on me, when the rash mood's on. † Lear. No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse; Thy tender-hefted nature3 shall not give Thee o'er to harshness; her eyes are fierce, but thine 1 the house?] The order of families, duties of relation. 2 Age is unnecessary:] i. e. Old age has few wants, or it may mean that old people are useless. +"mood is on." MALONE. › Thy tender-hefted nature-] Hefted seems to mean the same as heaved. Tender-hefted, i. e. whose bosom is agitated by tender passions. I_ |