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Edm. Well thought on.

Give it the Captain

Take my fword,

[Exit Meffenger,

Edg. Hafte thee for thy life.

Edm. He hath Commiffion from thy wife and me To hang Cordelia in the prifon, and

To lay the blame upon her own defpair,

That the foredid herself.

Alb. The Gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile,

[Edmund is borne off.

SCENE X.

Enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his Arms. Lear, Howl, howl, howl, howl,-O, you are men of stone;

Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them fo,
That heaven's vault fhould crack. She's gone forever.
I know, when one is dead, and when one lives;
She's dead as earth! Lend me a looking-glafs,
If that her Breath will mift or stain the ftone,
Why then the lives.

Kent. Is this the promis'd end?

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Edg. Or image of that horror-
Alb. Fall, and cease.

Lear. This feather ftirs, fhe lives; if it be fo,
It is a Chance which do's redeem all forrows,

That ever I have felt.

Kent. O my good master!

Lear. Pr'ythee, away

Edg. 'Tis noble Kent, your friend.

[Kneeling.

Lear. A plague upon you, murd'rous traitors all! I might have fav'd her; now fhe's gone for ever! Cordelia, Cordelia, ftay a little. Ha!

What is't thou fay'ft? Her voice was ever soft,

8 These two exclamations are given to Edgar and Albany in the folio, to animate the dialogue,

and employ all the perfons on the ftage, but they are very obfcure.

Gen

Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman.
I kill'd the flave that was a hanging thee.
Gent. 'Tis true, my Lords, he did.

Lear. Did I not, fellow?

I've seen the day, with my good biting faulchiont
I would have made them skip: I am old now,
And these fame croffes fpoil me. Who are you?
Mine eyes are none o'th' beft -I'll tell you ftrait.
Kent. If fortune brag of two fhe lov'd and hated,
One of them we behold.

Lear. This is a dull fight. Are you not Kent?
Kent. The fame; your fervant Kent;
Where is your fervant Caius?

Lear. 'Twas a good fellow, I can tell you that, He'd strike, and quickly too. He's dead and rotten. Kent. No, my good Lord, I am the very man,— Lear. I'll fee that strait.

Kent. That, from your first of difference and decay, Have follow'd your fad fteps

Lear. You're welcome hither.

Kent. Nor no man elfe. All's cheerlefs, dark, and dead.

Your eldest daughters have fore-done themselves,
And defp'rately are dead.

Lear. Ay,, fo I think.

Alb. He knows not what he fays; and vain is it, That we prefent us to him.

Edg. Very bootlefs.

Enter a Meffenger.

Mef. Edmund is dead, my Lord.
Alb. That's but a trifle, here.

You Lords and noble friends, know our intent;

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' What 'comfort to this great Decay may come,

9 of difference and decay,]

Decay, for misfortunes.

WARBURTON.

What Comfort to this great Decay may come,] Decay, for Defolation. WARB.

Shall

Shall be apply'd. For us, we will refign,
During the life of this old Majefty,

To him our abfolute Power; to you, your Rights,

[To Edgar. *With boot, and fuch addition as your honours Have more than merited. All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue, and all foes

The cup of their defervings. O fee, see—

Lear. And my poor Fool is hang'd. No, no, no life.

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never――
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, Sir.
Do you fee this? Look on her, look, her lips,
Look there, look there――

Edg. He faints. My Lord,

Kent. Break heart, I pr'ythee, break!

Edg. Look up, my Lord.

Kent. Vex not his ghoft.

hates him,

[He dies.

O, let him pafs. He

That would upon the rack of this rough world
Stretch him out longer.

Edg. He is gone,

indeed.

Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd fo long; He but ufurpt his life.

Alb. Bear them from hence, our prefent business 2 Friends of my foul, you twain

Is general woe.

[To Kent and Edgar. Rule in this Realm, and the gor'd State fuftain. Kent. I have a journey, Sir, fhortly to go;

My mafter calls me; I muft not fay, no.

[Dies.

WARB.

With boot,] With advan- Spanish phrafe. Amigo de mi altage, with increase. 2-Friends of my foul,] A

ma.

Alb.

Alb. The weight of this fad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to fay: The oldest hath borne most; we, that are young, Shall never fee fo much, nor live fo long.

3 Alb. The Weight of this fad Time, &c.] This Speech from the Authority of the Old Quarto is rightly placed to A bany in the Edition by the Players it is given to Edgar, by whom, I doubt not, it was of

HE Tragedy of Lear is defervedly celebrated among the dramas of Shakespeare. There is perhaps no play which keeps the attention fo ftrongly fixed; which fo much agitates our paffions and interefts our curiofity. The artful involutions of diftinct interefts, the ftriking oppofition of contrary characters, the fudden changes of fortune, and the quick fuccef fion of events, fill the mind with a perpetual tumult of indignation, pity, and hope. There is no fcene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the diftrefs or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progrefs of the fcene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind, which once ventures within it, is hurried irrefiftibly along.

On the feeming improbability of Lear's conduct it may be obferved, that he is reprefented according to hiftories at that time vulgarly received as true. And perhaps if we turn our thoughts upon the barbarity and ignorance of

[Exeunt with a dead march.

Cuffom fpoken. And the Cafe was this: He who played Edgar, being a more favourite Actor, than he who perfonated Albany; in spite of Decorum, it was thought proper he should have the laft Word. THEOBALD.

the age to which this ftory is referred, it will appear not fo unlikely as while we eftimate Lear's manners by our own. Such preference of one daughter to another, or refignation of dominion on fuch conditions, would be yet credible, if told of a petty prince of Guinea or Madaga car. Shakespeare, indeed, by the mention of his Earls and Dukes, has given us the idea of times more civilifed, and of life regulated by fofter manners; and the truth is, that though he fo nicely difcriminates, and fo minutely defcribes the characters of men, he commonly neglects and confounds the characters of ages, by mingling customs ancient and modern, English and foreign.

My learned friend Mr. Warton, who has in the Adventurer very minutely criticifed this play, remarks, that the inftances of cruelty are too favage and fhocking, and that the intervention of Edmund deftroys the fimplicity of the ftory. Thefe objections may, I think, be answered, by repeating, that the cruelty of the

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daughters is an historical fact, to which the poet has added little, having only drawn it into a feries by dialogue and action. But I am not able to apologise with equal plaufibility for the extrufion of Gloucefter's eyes, which feems an act too horrid to be endured in dramatick exhibition, and fuch as muft always compel the mind to relieve its diftrefs by incredulity. Yet let it be remembered that our authour well knew what would pleafe the audience for which he wrote.

The injury done by Edmund to the fimplicity of the action is abundantly recompenfed by the addition of variety, by the art with which he is made to cooperate with the chief defign, and the opportunity which he gives the poet of combining perfidy with perfidy, and connecting the wicked fon with the wicked daughters, to imprefs this important moral, that villany is never at a ftop, that crimes lead to crimes, and at laft terminate in ruin.

But though this moral be incidentally enforced, Shakespeare has fuffered the virtue of Cordelia to perish in a juft caufe, contrary to the natural ideas of juftice, to the hope of the reader, and, what is yet more ftrange, to the faith of chronicles. Yet this conduct is justified by the Spectator, who blames Tate for giving Cordelia fuccefs and happinefs in his alteration, and declares, that, in his opinion, the tragedy has loft half its beauty. Dennis has remarked, whether justly or not, that, to fecure the favourable reception of Ca10, the town was poisoned with

much falfe and abominable criticim, and that endeavours had been used to difcredit and decry poetical justice. A play in which the wicked profper, and the virtuous mifcarry, may doubtlefs be good, because it is a juft reprefentation of the common events of human life: but fince all reasonable beings naturally love juftice, I cannot easily be perfuaded, that the obfervation of juftice makes a play worfe; or, that if other excellencies are equal, the audience will not always rife better pleased from the final triumph of perfecuted virtue.

In the prefent cafe the publick has decided. Cordelia, from the time of Tate, has always retired with victory and felicity. And, if my fenfations could add any thing to the general fuffrage, I might relate, that I was many years ago fo fhocked by Cordelia's death, that I know not whether I ever endured to read again the laft fcenes of the play till I undertook to revife them as an editor.

There is another controverfy among the criticks concerning this play. It is difputed whether the predominant image in Lear's difordered mind be the lofs of his kingdom or the cruelty of his daughters. Mr. Murphy, a very judicious critick, has evinced by induction of particular paffages, that the cruelty of his daughters is the primary fource of his diftrefs, and that the lofs of royalty affects him only as a fecondary and fubordinate evil; He obferves with great juftnefs, that Lear would move our compaflion but little, did we not

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