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For confirmation that I am much more
Than my out-wall, open this purse and take
What it contains. If you shall see Cordelia,
(As, fear not, but you shall) shew her that ring,
And the will tell you who this fellow is,
That yet you do not know. Fie on this form!
I will go seek the King:

Gent. Give me your hand, have you no more to say?

Kent. Few words, but, to effect, more than all yet; That, when we have found the King, (in which you take That way, I this :) he that first lights on him, Hollow the other.

[Exeunt severally. Storm ftill. Enter Lear and Fool. Lear. Blow winds, and crack your cheeks; rage, blow! You cataracts, and hurricanoes, spout "Till

you

have drencht our teeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunder-bolts, Singe my white head. And thou all-taking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o'th' world; Crack nature's mould, all germins spill at once (26) That make ingrateful man.

Fool, (26) Crack nature's mould, all germains Spill at once.] Thus all the editions have given us this passage, and Mr. Pope has explain'd gere mains, to mean, relations, or kindred elements. Then it must have been germanes (from the Latin adjective, germanus;) a word more than once used by our author, tho' always false spelt by his editors. So, is Hamlet ;

The phrase would be more germane to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our fides : And so in Otbello;

You'll have your nephews neigh to you; You'll have coursers for coufins, and gennets for germanes.

But the poet means here, “ Crack nature's mould, and spill all " the seeds of matter, that are hoarded within it." To retrieve which senfe, we must write germins; (a fubftantive deriv'd from getmen, owopa': as the old gloflaries expound it;) and so we must again in Macbeth;

-Tho'the treasure
Of nature's germins tumble all together,
Ev'n till deftruction ficken,

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Fool. O nuncle, court-holy-water in a dry house is better than the rain-waters out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters blefing: here's a night, that pities neither wife men nor fools.

Lear. Rumble thy belly full, spit fire, fpout rain; Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters ; I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, calld you children ; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall Your horrible pleasure; -here I stand, your flave; A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man ! But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles, 'gainst a head So old and white as this. Oh ! oh! 'tis foul.

Fool. He that has a house to put's head in, has good head-piece : The cod-piece that will house, before the head has any: The head and he shall lowse; so beggars marry many: That man that makes his toe, what he his heart should

make, Shall of a corn cry woe, and turn his sleep to wake. For there was never yet fair woman, but the made mouths in a glass.

To them, Enter Kent.
Lear. No, I will be the pattern of all patience,
I will fay nothing.

Kent. Who's there? Fool. Marry here's grace, and a cod-piece, that's a wise man and a fool.

Kent. Alas, Sir, are you here? things that love night, Love' not fuch nights as these : the wrathful skies Gallow the very wand'rers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: since I was man,

And to put this emendation beyond all doubt, I'll produce one more patlage, where our author not only uses the same thought again, but the word that ascertains my explication. In Winter's Tale;

Let nature crush the sides o'th' earth together, And marr the seeds within.

Such

Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry
Th' affliction, nor the force. .

Lear. Let the great gods,
That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads,
Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, (27)
That haft within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipt of justice. Hide thee, thou bloody hand;
'Thou Perjure, and thou Simular of virtue, (28)
That art incestuous: caitiff, shake to pieces,
That under covert and convenient seeming,
Haft practis'd on man's life!--Close pent-up guilts,
Rive your concealing continents, and ask
These dreadful summoners grace.--I am a man,
More finn'd against, than sinning.

Kent. Alack, bare-headed ?
Gracious my Lord, hard by here is a hovel ;
Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempeft:
Repose you there, while I to this hard house
(More hard than is the stone whereof 'tis rais'd;
Which even but now, demanding after you,
Denied me to come in) return, and force
Their scanted courtesy.

Lear. My wits begin to turn.
Come on, my boy. How doft, my boy! art cold?
I'm cold myself. Where is the straw, my fellow?
The art of our neceflities is strange,
That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel;

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(27) Tremble, thou wretch,] Thus Juvenal in his 13th satire;

Hi funt qui trepidant, & ad omnia fulgura pallent,

Cum tonat; &c.
(28) Thou perjur'd, and thou fimular man of virtue,] The first Folio
leaves out man in this verse; and, I believe, rightly to the poet's.
mind. He would use a fimular of virtue to fignify, a false pretender
to it; a diffembler, that would make an outward Thew of it: as he
elsewhere employs perjure substantively, for a perjur’d creature.
So in Love's Labour loft;

Why, he comes like a Perjure, wearing papers.
And so, in his Troublesom Reign of King Jubri, in two parts:
But now black-Spotted Perjure as he is.

Poor

Poor fool and knave, I've one part in my heart,
That's forry yet for thee.
Fool. He that has an a little tyny wit,

With heigh ho, the wind and the rain;
Must make content with his fortunes fit,

Though the rain it raineth every day. Lear. True, my good boy: come, bring us to this hovel.

[Exit. Fool. 'Tis a brave night to cool a curtezan. I'll speak a prophecy, or ere I go; When priests are more in words than matter, When brewers marr their malt with water; When nobles are their taylors tutors; No hereticks burn'd, but wenches suitors; When every case in law is right, No Squire in debt, nor no poor Knight; When flanders do not live in tongues, And cut-purses come not to throngs , When usurers tell their gold i'th' field, And bawds and whores do churches build : Then fhall the realm of Albion Come to great confusion : Then comes the time, who lives to see't, That going shall be us'd with feet. This prophecy Merlin shall make, for I do live before his time.

[Exit.

SCENE, An apartment in Glo'ster's castle.

Enter Glo'fter, and Edmund.
Lack, alack, Edmund, I like not this un-

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that I might pity him, they took from me the use of mine own house; charg'd me, on pain of perpetual dirpleature, neither to speak of him, entreat for him, or any way sustain him.

Edm. Moft favage and unnatural !
Gle. Go to; fay you nothing. There is division be-

tween

tween the Dukes, and a worse matter than that: I have receiv'd a letter this night, 'tis dangerous to be spoken; (I have lock'd the letter in my closet :) these injuries, the King now bears, will be revenged home; there is part of a power already footed; (f) we must incline to the King; I will look for him, and privily relieve him; go you, and maintain talk with the Duke, that my charity be not of him perceiv'd; if he ask for me, I am ill, and gone to bed; if I die for it, as no less is threaten'd me, the King my old master must be relieved. There are strange things toward, Edmund; pray you, be careful.

[Exit. Edm. This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the Duke Instantly know, and of that letter too. This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father lodes; no less than all. The younger rises, when the old doth fall. [Exit.

SCENE changes to a part of the Heath,

with a hovel.

Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool. Kent. (Ere is the place, my Lord; good my Lord,

enter ; The tyranny o'th' open night's too rough For nature to endure.

[Storm fill. Lear. Let me alone. Kent. Good my Lord, enter here.

(t) There is part of a power already landed. ] This reading, notwithstanding Mr. Pope's declaration in his preface, is not ex fide Codie

All the authentick copies read, footed, i. e. on foot, on their parch. If this gentleman's nice ear was offended at the word in this place, how came he to let it pass undisturbid in some others? As, for instance, afterwards in this play;

And what confed'racy have you with the traitors,

Late fosted in the kingdom?
And again, in Henry Vth.

Dispatch us with all speed, left that our King
Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land alsсady.

Lear.

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