Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, Glo. Hearty thanks: The bounty and the benizon of heaven To boot, and boot! Enter Steward. Stew. A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh Dar'st thou support a publish'd traitor? Hence; Like hold on thee. Let go his arm. Edg. Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'casion. Edg. Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor volk pass. And ch'ud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near the old man; keep out, che vor'ye, or ise try whether your costard' or my bats be the harder: Ch'ill be plain with you. Stew. Out, dunghill! Edg. Ch'ill pick your teeth, zir: Come; no matter vor your foins.h 6 [They fight; and EDGAR knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:- Villain, take my purse; b - known and feeling sorrows,] i. e. Sorrows past and present.-WARBURTON. Briefly thyself remember:-] i. e. Quickly recollect the past offences of thy life, and recommend thyself to heaven.-WARBURTON. d go your gait,] Gang your gait is a common expression in the north. STEEVENS. JOHNSON. f che vor'ye,] I warn you. Edgar counterfeits the western dialect. →costard-] i. e. Head. g —my bat-] i. e. Club, or staff. your foins.] To foin is to make what we call a thrust in fencing. Shakspeare often uses the word.-STEEVENS, If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body; Glo. What, is he dead? Edg. Sit you down, father; rest you. [Dies. Let's see his pockets: these letters that he speaks of, [Reads.] Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. You have many opportunities to cut him off: if your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. There is nothing done, if he return the conqueror: Then am I the prisoner, and his bed my gaol; from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me, and supply the place for your labour. Your wife, (so I would say,) and your O undistinguish'd space of woman's will! GONERIL. And the exchange, my brother!-Here, in the sands, Of murderous lechers: and, in the mature time, [Exit EDGAR, dragging out the Body. O undistinguished space of woman's will!] i. e. O undistinguishing licentiousness of a woman's inclinations!STEEVENS. Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified, &c.] I'll cover thee. In Staffordshire, to rake the fire, is to cover it with fuel for the night. The epithet, unsanctified, refers to his want of burial in consecrated ground.-JOHNSON and STEEVENS. death-practis'd-] i.e. Whose death is machinated by practice or trea son.-JOHNSON. Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile sense, The knowledge of themselves. Edg. Re-enter EDGAR. Give me your hand: [Exeunt. Far off, methinks, I hear the beaten drum. SCENE VII. A Tent in the French Camp. LEAR on a Bed, asleep ; Physician, Gentleman, and others, attending: Enter CORDELIA and KENT. Cor. O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work, To match thy goodness? My life will be too short, And every measure fail me. Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'er-paid. All my reports go with the modest truth; Nor more, nor clipp'd, but so. Cor. Be better suited:" These weeds are memories of those worser hours; I pr'ythee, put them off. Pardon me, dear madam; Kent. Till time and I think meet. Cor. Then be it so, my good lord.-How does the king? Phys. Madam, sleeps still. [To the Physician. Cor. O you kind gods, Cure this great breach in his abused nature! · ingenious feeling-] i. e. Feeling from an understanding not disturbed, but which, representing things as they are, makes the sense of pain the more exquisite.-WARBURTON. suited:] i. e. Dressed. memories-] i. e. Remembrancers. P —— my made intent :] i. e. My intent formed. The untun'd and jarring senses, O, wind up Phys. Gent. Ay, madam; in the heaviness of his sleep, We put fresh garments on him. Phys. Be by, good madam, when we do awake him; I doubt not of his temperance. Cor. Very well. Phys. Please you, draw near.-Louder the musick there. Cor. O, my dear father! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips; and let this kiss. Kent. Kind and dear princess! Cor. Had you not been their father, these white flakes Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face To be expos'd against the warring winds? To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder? Of quick, cross lightning? to watch (poor perdu!) Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your ma jesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o'the Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound q to watch (poor perdu!) grave: With this thin helm?] The allusion is to the forlorn hope in an army, which are put upon desperate adventures, and called in French enfans perdus. With this thin helm? i.e. this thin covering of hair.-WARBURTON and MALONE. Had not concluded all.] i. e. It is wonder that thy wits and life at once had not all ended.-JOHNSON. Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead. Cor. Sir, do you know me? Lear. You are a spirit, I know; When did you die? Phys. He's scarce awake; let him alone awhile. Lear. Where have I been? Where am I?-Fair daylight? I am mightily abus'd.—I should even die with pity, Cor. O, look upon me, sir, And hold your hands in benediction o'er me :- Lear. Pray do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man; What place this is; and all the skill I have To be my child Cordelia. Cor. And so I am, I am. Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know, you do not love me; for your sisters You have some cause, they have not. Phys. Be comforted, good madam: the great rage, You see, is cur'd in him: and yet it is danger |