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Gent. No, fince.
Kent. Well, Sir; the poor distressed Lear's in town; Who sometimes, in his better tune, remembers What we are come about; and by no means Will yield to see his daughter.
Gent. Why, good Sir?
Kent. A fov'reign shame fo bows him; his unkindness,
Gent. Alack, poor gentleman !
Kent. Well, Sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear,
As mad as the vext fea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiterr, and furrow-weeds, (46)
With (4.6) Crown'd with rark fenitar;] There is no such herb, or weed, that I can find, of Englis growth; tho' all the copies agree in the corruption. I dare fay, I have restor*d its right name; and we meet with it again in our author's Henry V. and partly in the same com. pany as we have it here;
her fallow leas
Do root upon.
With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers
Send forth a cent’ry;
What can man's wisdom
Phys. There are means, Madam :
eye of anguish.
Enter a Messengers
Cor. 'T'is known before. Our preparation stands
which smoke has, of making the eyes water. And as to the growth of it, Pliny tells us particularly that it Springs up in gardens and fields of barley; (Nafcitur in bortis et fegetibus bordeaceis) which our author here calls, in our sustaining corn. I observe, in Cbaucer it is written femetere; by a corruption either of the scribe, or of vulgar pronunciation; if of the latter, it might from thence easily. Dides in progress of time, into fenitar
SCENE, Regan's Palace.
UT are my
Enter Regan, and Steward.
brother's powers set forth?
Stew. With much ado.
Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your Lady at home?
Reg. Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my letters Reg. Our troops set forth to-morrow: stay with us: The ways are dangerous.
Stew. I may not, madam;
Reg. Why should the write to Edmund? might not your
Stew. Madam, I had rather
Reg. I know, your Lady does not love her husband : I'm sure of that; and, at her late being here, She gave strange ceiliads, and most speaking looks To noble Edmund. I know, you're of her bosom.
Ştew. I, madam ? Reg. I speak in understanding: you are; I know't; Therefore, I do advise you, take this note. My Lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd, And more convenient is he for my hands,
gran for your Lady's: you may gather more :
pray, defire her call her wisdom to her. So farewel. If you
do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.
Stewa'Would I could meet him, madam, I should few What party I do follow. Reg. Fare thee well.
S Ç E N E, the Country, near Dover.
Enter Glo'fter, and Edgar, as a Peafart. Glo. Hen shall I come to th' top of that same hilli
Edg. You do up it . Lookhow Glo. Methinks, the ground is even. [we labour. Edg. Horrible steep. Hark, do
hear the sea ? Glo. No, truly.
Edg. Why then your other senses grow imperfe &
Glo. So may it be, indeed.
Edg. You're much deceiv'd: in nothing am I chang'd,
(fearful Edg. Come on, Sir, here's the place --Atand ftill. How And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, 'Shew scarce fo gross as beetles. Half way down Hangs one, that gathers famphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he feems no bigger than his head. The fisher-men, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almoft too small for fight. The murmuring surge, That on th' unnumbred idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
Leít my brain turn, and the deficient fight
ftand. Edg. Give me your hand: you're now within a foos Of th' extream verge: for all below the moon Would I not leap upright.
Glo. Let go my hand : Here, friend,'s another purse, in it a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies, and gods, Prosper it with thee! Go thou further off, Bid me farewel, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare ye well, good Sir. [Seems to go. Gle. With all my heart. Edg. Why do I trifle thus with his despair? Tis done to cure it.
Glo. O you mighty gods ! This world I do renounce; and in your fights Shake patiently my great afiliation off : If I could bear it longer, and not fall To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, My inuff and loathed part of nature should Burn itself out. If Edgar live, o bless him! Now, fellow, fare thee well. [He leaps and falls along. Edg. Good Sir, farewel. I know not how conceit
rob The treasury of life, when life itself Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought, By this, had thought been pait. -Alive or dead? Hoa, you, hear you, friend! Sir! Sir! speak! Thus might he pass, indeed yet he revives, What are you, Sir ?
Glo. Away, and let me die.
Edg. Had't thou been aught but goss'mer, feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou’d'it shiver'd like an egg: but thou doft breathe, Haft heavy substance, bleed'i not; speak, art sound? Ten mafts at each make not the altitude, (47)
Which (47) Ten maßis attach'd-] This is Mr. Pope's reading; but I know not from what authority. Mr. Rowe gave is us, ten mafts at