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Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows,
Hearty thanks :
A proclaim'd prize! Most happy! That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh To raise my fortunes.- Thou old unhappy traitor, Briefly thyself remember:C_The sword is out That must destroy thee. Glo.
Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to it.
[EDGAR opposes. Stew.
Wherefore, bold peasant,
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 bat 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.
[They fight; and EDGAR knocks him down. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me:-- Villain, take my
purse; -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.
go your gait,] Gang your gait is a common expression in the north.STEEVENS.
che vor’ye,] I warn you. Edgar counterfeits the western dialect.Johnson. - costard-] i. e. Head.
- ny 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;
Edg. I know thee well: A serviceable villain ;
What, is he dead ?
is more lawful.
[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
GONERIL. O undistinguish'd space of woman's will!_ A plot upon her virtuous husband's life ; And the exchange, my brother!-Here, in the sands, Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctifiedk Of murderous lechers : and, in the mature time, With this ungracious paper strike the sight Of the death-practis'd' duke: For him 'tis well, That of thy death and business I can tell.
[Exit EDGAR, dragging out the Body.
i 0 undistinguished space of woman's will!] i.e. O undistinguishing licentiousness of a woman's inclinations!—STEEVENS.
k Thee I'll rake up, the post unsanctified, &c.] l'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.
Ideath-practis'd--] i.e. Whose death is machinated by practice or treason.-Johnsox.
Glo. The king is mad: How stiff is my vile sense,
Give me your
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,
Kent. To be acknowledg'd, madam, is o'er-paid.
Be better suited:
Pardon me, dear madam ;
[To the Physician. Phys. Madam, sleeps still.
Cor. O you kind gods,
- 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. my made intent :) i, e. My intent formed. VOL. VIII.
The untun’d and jarring senses, 0, wind up
So please your majesty, That we may wake the king ? he hath slept long.
Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed l' the sway of your own will. Is he array'd ?
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.
Cor. O, my dear father! Restoration, hang
Kind and dear princess !
Phys. Madam, do you; 'tis fittest.
jesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o’the grave: Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
to watch (poor perdu!) With this thin helm?j The allusion is to the forlom 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
Sir, do you know me?
0, look upon me, sir,
Pray do not mock me:
And so I am, I am.
No cause, no cause.
In your own kingdom, sir. Lear. Do not abuse me.
Phys. Be comforted, good madam : the great rage, You see, is cur'd in him: and yet it is danger