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Like rats oft bite the holy cords atwain
Plain, blunt Men.
This is fome fellow,
Who, having been prais'd for bluntnefs, doth affect
Defcription of Bedlam Beggars,
While I may 'fcape,
I will preferve myself: and am bethought
Brought near to beaft: my face I'll grime with filth;
the word, and what the critics would read, I have kept to the
(8) Silly.] Some read filky: filly is not always taken in a bad fenfe amongst the old writers.
And with presented nakedness out-face
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,
SCENE XI. Unkindness.
Thy fifter's nought; oh Regan, fhe hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here.
[Points to bis 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 We meet with the word fo relates to that as well as to terms. very fame expreffion in Hamlet, Act. 5. Sc. 1.
I pr'ythee, daughter, do not make me mad, I will not trouble thee, my child. Farewel; We'll no more meet, no more see one another; But yet, thou art my flefh, my blood, my daughter,Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
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 basest beggars Are in the pooreft things fuperfluous ;
Why, 'tis found fo.
Shakespear ufes the word in this sense in other places;
The coroner hath fet on her, and finds it christian burial. Ib. 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.
O wretched man! in what a mist of life,
(10) 0, reafon, &c.] The poets abound with fentiments fimilar to this: take the two following paffages from Lucretius and Lucan.
So little this corporeal frame requires,
Allow not nature more than nature needs,
Lear on the Ingratitude of his Daughters.
You fee me here, you gods, a poor
That wanting all, and fetting pain afide,
Behold, ye fons of luxury! behold,
See LUCRET. B. 2.
See Lucan, B. 4. Rowe's tranfl.
(11) Touch me, &c.] " If you, ye gods, have stirred my daughters' hearts against me: at left let me not bear it with any unworthy támeness; but touch me with noble anger; let me refent it with fuch refolution as becomes a man."woman's weapons, water-drops, stain my man's cheeks. See Canons of Crit. p. 78.
-And let not
Haud quid fit fcio,
(12) Thai, &c.] This feems to have been imitated from the ene or the other of these paffages following:
What it is I know not
Senec. Thyeft. A. 2.
The terrors of the earth; you think, I'll weep:
SCENE XIII. Wilful Men.
O, fir, to wilful men,
The injuries, that they themselves procure,
Defcription of Lear's Diftrefs amidst the Storm.
Kent. Where's the king?
Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea;
Or fwell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change, or ceafe: tears his white hair,
(Which the impetuous blafts, with eyelefs rage,
Strives in his little world of man t'out-fcorn
-Nefcio quid ferox
Decrevit animus intus, et nondum fibi audet fateri. Medea.
I know not what my furious mind
Hath inwardly determin'd, and still darès not
Magnum eft quodcunque paravi :
'Tis fomething great I've inly meditated-
Ovid. Met. 6.
(13) I have, &c:] Perhaps this fhould be, Tho' I've full caufe.