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No, I'll not weep. t I have full cause of weeping:
Scene XIII. Wilful Men.
O, fir, to wilful men,
Description of Lear's Distrefs amidst the Storm.
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements ;
hair, (Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless rage Catch in their fury;} Strives in his little world of man t'out-scorn The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain. This night, wherein the (13) cub-drawn bear would
+ I bave, &c.] Perhaps this should be, Tho' I've full cause. ** See p. 19, n. 6, of this volume.
(13) Cub-drawn] i. e. Drawn dry by its cubs, and therefore the more ready to go out in search of prey: he speaks of a lioness with udders all drawn dry, in the 25th page of the first volume.
SCENE II. Lear's passionate Exclamations amidf
Kent. Alas, fir, are you here? things that love night,
Love (14). Vaunt-couriers, &c.] Nothing can be plainer than this par.. sage, which it is surprizing Mr. Warburton should so much mif. take, as to imagine this line the players Spurious issue, on account of any contradiction in it: the reader may see 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 fenfem “You fires and lightnings, fore-rurners of the thunder, finge
& C.--- You thunder strike fiat the th ck rotundity of the world." (15) Germins Vulg. Germains-- This reading is Mr. Theobald's. The word is derived from germen, omoça, seed,- the sense is, “ Crack nature's mould, and spill all the seeds of matter, that are boarded within it." In the Winter's Tale, he says;
Let nature crush the sides of th' earth together,
Love not such nights as these : the wrathful skies
Lear. Let the great gods,
Kent. Alack, bare-headed ?
Lear. Thou think ft 'tis much, that this contentious
For (16) Galloru] , 6. Scare, frighten. See the foregoing palage.
For lifting food to't!-But I'll punish home ;
gave O, that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; No more of that.
Kent. Good my lord, enter here.
Lear. Pr'ythee, go in thyself ; seek 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 houseless povertyNay, get
thee in ; I'll pray, and then I'll sleep
Enter Edgar difguis'd like a Madman, Edg. Away! the foul fiend follows me," Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humph, go to thy bed and warm thee.
Lear. Didit thou give all to thy daughters ? and art
Kent. He hath no daughters, fir.
Should have thus little mercy on their flesh?
SCENE VI. On Man.
(18) Is man no more than this ? Consider him well, Thou ow'st the worm no filk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three of us are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings : come, unbutton here.
The Justice of Providence. ?
That I am wretched,
(17) I have given the reader all the most beautiful passages of this celebrated part of the tragedy, and have avoided any comments on it, as its beauties are so Atriking, and so generally commended : however, if he thinks proper, he may, by consulting Mr. Smith's Translation of Longinus, find some observations there not unworthy his regard. See the 3d note on the oth section.
(18) Is man, &c.] See Measure for Measure, Vol. I. p.49. n. 17.
(19) That flaves, &c.] Mr. Warbarton is for reading, braves here : but he still forgets how frequently Shakespear makes verbs of substantives, and instead of endeavouring to explain his author's words, immediately has recourse to the easy art of altering, when there is any difficulty: by saves your ordinance, the poet means, makes a fave of your ordinance : « makes it subservient, as Mr. Upton observes, to his superfluities and -lufts."