Were two full moons; he had a thousand nofes, Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of, he led me to that place. Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts. Enter Lear, dreft madly with flowers. But who comes here ? The fafer sense will ne'er accommodate Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coyning: I am the King himself. Edg. O thou fide-piercing fight! Lear. Nature's above art in that refpect. There's your prefs-mony. (25) That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace;-this piece of toafted cheese will do't- there's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, Barb! (26) i'th' clout, i'th' clout: hewgh.Give the word. Edg. Sweet marjoram. (25) That Fellow handles bis Bow like a Cowkeeper.] Thus Mr. Pope in his laft Edition; but, I am afraid, I betray'd him into the Error by an abfurd Conjecture of my own, in my SHAKESPEARE restored. 'Tis certain we must read Crowkeeper here; and, it feems, in feveral Counties to this Day, they call a ftuff'd Figure, representing a Man, and arm'd with a Bow and Arrow, (set up to fright the Crows, and other Birds of Prey, from the Fruit and Corn;) a Crowkeeper; as well as a Scare-crow. (26) O well flown Bird,] Lear is here raving of Archery, and fhooting at Buts, as is plain by the Words i'tb' Clout, that is, the white Mark they fet up and aim at: hence the Phrafe, to bit the White. So that We must certainly read, O well-flown,. Basb! i, e. the barbed, or bearded Arrow. Mr. Warburton. Lear Lear. País. Glo. I know that voice. Lear. Ha! Gonerill! hah! Regan! they flatter'd me like a dog, and told me, I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To say ay, and no, to every thing that I faid-Ay, and no, too was no good divinity. When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding; there I found 'em, there I fmelt em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words; they told me I was every thing: 'tis a lie, I am not agueproof. Glo. The trick of that voice I do well remember: Is't not the King? Lear. Ay, every inch a King. When I do ftare, fee, how the fubject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was the caufe? Adultery? thou shalt not die; die for adultery? no, the wren goes to't, and the fmall gilded flie does letcher in my fight. Let copulation thrive: for Glofter's baftardfon was kinder to his father, than my daughters got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell; for I lack foldiers. Behold yond fimpering Dame, whofe face 'tween her forks prefages fnow; that minces virtue, and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's name. The fitchew, nor the foyled horfe, goes to't with a more riotous appetite: down from the wafte they are centaurs, though women all above: but to the girdle do the Gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends. There's hell, there's darknefs, there is the fulphurous pit, burning, fcalding, ftench, confumption: fie, fie, fie; pah, pah; give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination! there's mony for thee. Glo. O, let me kiss that hand. Lear. Let me wipe it firft, it smells of mortality. Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! this great world Shall fo wear out to nought. Doft thou know me? Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough: doft thou fquiny at me? no, do thy worst, blind Cupid; I'll not love. Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it. Glo. Glo. Were all the letters funs, I could not fee one. Edg. I would not take this from report; it is, And my heart breaks at it. Lear. Read. Glo. What, with this case of eyes? Lear. Oh, ho, are you there with me? no eyes in your head, nor no mony in your purfe? your eyes are in a heavy cafe, your purfe in a light; yet you fee how this world goes. Glo. I fee it feelingly. Lear. What, art mad? a man may fee how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears: fee, how yond juftice rails upon yond fimple thief. Hark in thine ear: change Places, and handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? Thou haft feen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar. Glo. Ay, Sir. Lear. And the creature run from the cur? there thou might'ft behold the great image of authority; a dog's obey'd in office. Thou rafcal beadle, hold thy bloody hand: Why doft thou lafh that whore? ftrip thy own back; For which thou whip'ft her. Th' ufurer hangs the cozener. appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate fin with gold, And the ftrong lance of juftice hurtlefs breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's ftraw doth pierce it. None does offend, none, I fay, none; I'll able 'em ; Take that of me, my friend, who have the pow'r To feal th' accufer's lips. Get thee glass eyes, And, like a fcurvy politician, seem To fee the things thou doft not. [fo. Now, now, now, now. Pull off my boots: harder, harder, Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt, Reason in madness! Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. I know thee well enough, thy name is Glofter; Thou must be patient; we came crying hither: Thou know'ft, the first time that we smell the air, We We wawle and cry. I will preach to thee: mark Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come A troop of horse with Felt; I'll put't in proof; Enter a Gentleman, with Attendants. Gent. O, here he is, lay hand upon him; Sir, Your most dear daughter Lear. No refcue? what, a prifoner? I am even You fhall have ranfom. Let me have furgeons, Gent. You fhall have any thing. Lear. No feconds? all my felf? Why, this would make a man, a man of falt; And laying autumn's duft. I will die bravely, Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, an you get it, You shall get it by running: fa, fa, sa, sa. Gent. A fight moft pitiful in the meanest wretch, [Exit. Past speaking of in a King. Thou haft one daughter, Who redeems nature from the general curfe Which twain have brought her to. Edg. Hail, gentle Sir. Gent. Sir, fpeed you: what's your Will? Edg. Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward ? Gent. Moft fure, and vulgar; every one hears that, Which can diftinguifh found. Edg. But by your favour, How near's the other army? Gent. Near, and on fpeedy foot: the main defcry Stands on the hourly thought. Edg. I thank you, Sir: That's all. Gent Gent. Though that the Queen on fpecial cause is here, Her army is mov'd on. Edg. I thank you, Sir. [Exit. Glo. You ever gentle Gods, take my breath from me; Let not my worfer fpirit tempt me again To die before you please! Edg. Well pray you, father.. Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you? Edg. A moft poor man, made tame to fortune's blows, Who, by the art of known and feeling forrows, Am pregnant to good pity. Give me your hand, I'll lead you to fome biding. Glo. Hearty thanks; The bounty and the benizon of heav'n Enter Steward. Stew. A proclaim'd prize! most happy! That eyelefs head of thine was firft fram'd flesh, To raife my fortunes. Old'unhappy traitor, Briefly thy felf remember: the fword is out, That must deftroy thee. Glo. Let thy friendly hand Put ftrength enough to't. Stew. Wherefore, bold peafant, Dar'ft thou fupport a publish'd traitor? hence, Like hold on thee. Let go his arm. Edg Chill not let go, Žir, without vurther 'cafioni Stew. Let go, flave, or thou dy'ft. Edg. Good gentleman, go your gate, and let poor volk pafs: and chud ha' been zwagger'd out of my life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vortnight. Nay, come not near th' old man: keep out, che vor'ye, or ice try whether your coftard or my bat be the harder; chill be plain with you. Stew. Out, dunghil! [Edgar knocks him down. Edg. Chill pick your teeth, Zir: come, no matter vor your foyns. Stew. Slave, thou hast slain me: villain, take my purse; If |