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That play'd on her ripe lip, feem'd not to know
Scene IV. Description of Lear distracted.
(22) Alack, 'tis he; why, he was met even now
SCENE VI. Description of Dover-Cliff.
Come on, fir; here's the place -stand still. Hosy
which is the most probable word that occurs at present, tho' I advance it not with any degree of certainty. He speaks of a shequcr'd svadow, in Titus Andronicus, Act. 1. Sc. 4.
(22) Alack, &c.] See. Hamlei, A. 4. S. 10. and the note,
Glofter's Farewel to the World.
(23) O, you mighty gods!
Scene VII. Lear, in his Madness, on the gross
Flatterers of Princess Ha! Goneril! ha! Regan! they flattered me like a dog, and told me I had white hairs in my beard, ere the black ones were there. To fay, ay, and no, to every thing that I said
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 (24) men o'their
(23) Ghfier is afterwards convinced of his mistake, and confirmed in the duty of sufferance : he says;
I do remember now: henceforth I'll beap
Erogh, enough, and die. At the end of the Oedipus, Coloneus of Sophocles, there is a fine reflection like this ;
Το φερον εκ Θεο, &c.
With resignation, nor consume with sorrow. (24) See Act 2. Sc. 6. foregoing. Mr. Uplon, mifled by the beginning of this speech; and apprehending the king, in his madness used exact connection, tells us we should not read, men oʻtheir words, but women of their words; whereas it is plain,
words; they told me, I was every thing: 'tis a lie, I am not aguc-proof.
On the Abuse of Power. Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand : Why dost thou lash that whore? strip thine own back; Thou hotly lust'st to ufe her in that kind, For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the
Through tatter'd cloaths small vices do appear ;
SCENE X. Cordelia on the Ingratitude of her
he runs off from the thoughts of his daughters to those who flattered him, and all through the speech speaks of them only: the criticism is scarce worth remarking, except it be to thew, how subject all of us are to mistakes, and how littie reafon the very wifes have to triumph over the errors of others.
And wast thou fain, poor father,
Scene between Lear and Cordelia.
Cord. How does my royal Lord ? how fares your
Cord. Speak to me, fir; who am I?
Lear. You are a soul in bliss: but I am bound
Cord. O look upon me, Sir,
Lear. Pray do not inock mea
Cor. Nay, then farewel to patience: witness for meg
Lear. Methinks I should know you, and know this
Cor. O pity, fir, a bleeding heart, and cease
Lear. Tell me, friends, Where am I?
Gent. Be comforted, good madam, for the violence
Lcar. You must bear with me, I am old and foolish.
Lear to Cordelia, when taken Prisoners)
No, no, no, no; come, let's away to prison, We two alone will sing like birds i'th'cage : When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And alk of thee forgiveness : so we'll live,