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have been what I am, had the maidenlieft ftar in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
SCENE XV. Ingratitude in a Child.
ACT II. SCENE VI.
That fuch a flave as this fhould wear a fword,
Who wears no honefty: (7) fuch fmiling rogues [as
(6) Ingratitude &c.] Ingratitude a marble hearted-fiend is more hideous and dreadful, when fhewing itfelf in a child, than even that fea-monfter, which is the emblem itself of impiety and ingratitude by which monfter he means the Hippopotamus, or river-horfe, " which, fays Sandys, in his travels, p. 105. fignify'd, Murder, Impudence, Violence and Injustice: for they fay, that he killeth his fire, and ravisheth his own dam." Mr. Upton's alteration of, Than ith' fea-monster, feems unneceffary: for the poet makes ingratitude, a fiend, a monfter itself, and one more odious than even this hieroglyphical fymbol of impiety. See Obfervations on Shakespear, p. 203.
(7) Such, &c.] The words as thefe, may be safely omitted without injuring the fenfe; they are flat and spoil the metre. The next lines are read thus in the old editions;
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwaine,
Which are t' intrince t' unloofe.
Atwaine is doubtless the genuine word, which was commonly ufed, fignifying, in two, afunder, in twain. And Mr. Upton, obferving, that Shakespear fometimes ftrikes off a Syllable or more from the latter part of a word, would preferve intrince in the text, which he explains by intrinficate. 'Tis certain the author uíes intrinficate, but I don't rememember ever to have met with intrince: See vol. I. p. 169. "This fhortening of words is indeed too much the genius of our language ;" and as the reader knows the fenfe of the word, and what the criticks would read, I have kept to the old editions, notwithstanding the quotation made by
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain
Bring oil to fire, fnow to their colder moods;
Plain, blunt Men.
This is fome fellow,
Who, having been prais'd for bluntnefs, doth affect
SCENE VII. Defcription of Bedlam Beggars,
I will preserve my felf: and am bethought
To take the bafeft and the poorest shape,
That ever penury in contempt of man
Brought near to beaft: my face I'll grime with filth; Blanket my loins; elfe all my hair in knots;
And with prefented nakedness out-face
The winds, and perfecutions of the sky.
me from Mr. Edwards, in the place juft referr'd too. I forbear quoting any fimilar paffages here: Horace and Juvenal abound with them, and Shakespear himself hath excellently painted the character in Polonius. See particularly Hamlet, A& 4. Sc 7.
(8) Sily] Some read filky: filly is not always taken in a bad fenfe amongst the old writers.
The country gives me proof and prefident
Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices,
SCENE X. The faults of Infirmity, pardonable.
Fiery? the fiery duke? tell the hot duke, that
Whereto our health is bound; we're not ourselves,
For the found man.
Thy fifter's naught; oh Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here.
[Points to his heart.
SCENE XII. Offences mistaken.
All's not offence that indifcretion (9) finds, And dotage terms fo.
(9) Finds Finds is an allufion to a jury's verdict: and the word fo relates to that as well as to terms.
very fame expreffion in Hamlet, A&t 5. Sc. 1.
Why, 'tis found fo. ́
We meet with the
Shakespear ufes the word in this fenfe in other places;
The coroner bath fat on her, and finds it chriftian burial. Ib.
I prythee, daughter, do not make me mad,
Which I must needs call mine; thou art a bile,
In my corrupted blood; but I'll not chide thee.
The Neceffaries of Life, few.
(10) O, reafon not the need our bafeft beggars Are in the pooreft things fuperfluous;
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Man's life is cheap as beasts.
As you like it. A. 4. S. 2. Leander was drown'd, and the foolish chroniclers [perhaps coroners] of that age found it was----Hero of Seftos," Edwards.
(10) O reafon, &c. The poets abound with fentiments fimilar to this take the two following pages from Lucretius and
O wretched man, in what a mift of life,
His cram'd defires with more than nature needs.
For nature wifely ftints our appetite,
And craves no more than undifturb'd delight.
See LUCRET. B. 2.
Lear on the Ingratitude of his Daughters.
You fee me here, you gods, a poor
To bear it tamely; (11) touch me with noble anger
Stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnatʼral hags,
(12) That all the world fhall-- I will do fuch things;What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be The terrors of the earth: you think, I'll weep:
Behold, ye fons of luxury, behold,
Who scatter in excefs your lavifh gold;
See Lucan, B. 4. Rowe's tranfl. (11) Touch me, &c.] "If you, ye gods have ftirred my daughters hearts against me: at left let me not bear it with any unworthy tameness; but touch are with noble anger; let me refent it with fuch refolution as becomes a man."---And "let not woman's weapons, water-drops, ftain my man's cheeks." Canons of Crit. p. 78.
(12) That, &c.] See vol. 1. p. 110.
This feems to have
been imitated from the one or the other of these paffages fol- .
Haud quid fit fcio
Sed grande quiddam eft.
What it is I know not ---
But fomething terrible it is --
Nefcio quid ferox
Senec. Thyeft. A. 2.
Decrevit animus intus, & nondum fibi audet fateri.
1 know not what, my furious mind
Hath inwardly determin'd, and still dares not
Ovid, Met. 6.