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white wheat, and hurts the poor creatures of the earth.

Swithin footed thrice the wold *.
He met the night-mare and her ninefold,

'Twas there he did appoint her;
He bid her alight, and her troth plight,
And aroynt the witch, aroynt her.

Enter Glocefter. Lear. What's he? Gloc. What, has your grace no better company?

Edgar. The prince of darkness is a gentleman; Modo he is call’d, and Mahu.

Gloc. Go with me, Sir; hard by I have a tenant. My duty cannot suffer me To obey in all your daughters' hard commands, Who have enjoin'd me to make fast my

doors, And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you. Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out, And bring you where both fire and food are ready.

* Swithin footed thrice the Wold.] I was surprised to see in the Appendix to the last edition of Shakespeare, that my reading of this paffage was “ Swithin footed thrice the WORLD.” I have ever been averse to capricious variations of the old text; and in the present instance the rhime, as well as the sense, would have induced me to abide by it. WORLD was a mere error of the press. Wold is a word still in use in the North of England; fignifying a kind of Down near the sea. A large tract of country in the East-Riding of Yorkshire is called the WOULDS. M 3

Kent.

Kent. Good my lord, take this offer.

Lear. Firft let me talk with this philosopher ; What is the cause of thunder?

Gloc. Beseech you, Sir, to go into the house.

Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. What is your study ?

Edgar. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin,

Lear. Let me ask you a word in private.

Kent. His wits are quite unsettled ; good Sir, let's force him hence.

Gloc. Canft blame him? his daughters seek hiş death; this bedlam but disturbs him the more. Fellow, be gone.

Edgar. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man

[Exit. Gloc. Now, prithee, friend, let us take him in our arms,

and
carry

him where he shall find both welcome and prote&tion. Good Sir, along with us!

Lear. You say right. Let them anatomize Regan! See what breeds about her heart! Is there any cause in nature for these hard hearts ?

Kent. I do beseech your grace.
Lear. Hift!--make no noise! make no noise !
fo, fo ! we'll to supper in the morning. [Exeunt.

Scene

Scene changes to Glocefter's Palace.

Enter Cornwall, Regan, Gonerill, Edmund, and

Attendants.

Cornw. I'll have revenge ere I depart this house. Regan, fee here ! a plot upon our state; "Tis Glo'ster's character; he has betray'd His double trust, of subject and of hoft.

Regan. Then double be our vengeance !

Edm. Oh, that this treason had not been, or I Not the discoverer!

Cornw. Edmund, thou shalt find
A dearer father in our love. Henceforth
We call thee earl of Glo'ster.

Edm. I am much bounden to your grace, and will persevere in my loyalty, tho’ the conflict be fore between that and my blood.

Cornw. Our dear fifter Gonerill, do you post speedily to my lord your husband; fhew him this letter : The army of France is landed; seek out the traitor Glo'fter.

Regan. Hang him instantly.
Gon. Pluck out his eyes.

Cornw. Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our fifter company; the revenges we are bound to take upon your father, are not fit for your beholding. Advise the duke, where you are

going,

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going, to a most hasty preparation ; we are bound to the like. Our posts shall be swift, and intelligent betwixt us. Farewell, dear fister; farewell, my lord of Glo'ster.

Enter Steward. How now? where's the King ?

Stew. My lord of Glo'ster has convey'd him hence,
Some five or fix-and-thirty of his knights
Are gone with him tow'rd Dover! where they boast
To have well-armed friends.

Cornw. Get horses for your mistress.
Gon. Farewell, sweet lord and fifter.

[Exeunt Gon. and Edm, Cornw. Edmund, farewell.-Go seek the traitor

Glo'ster!
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us:
Though well we may not pass upon his life
Without the form of justice ; yet our pow'r
Shall do a court'sy to our wrath, which men
May blame, but not controul.

Enter Glocester, brought in by Servants,
Who's there? the traitor ?

Regan. 'Tis he. Thank Heaven, he's ta'en
Cornw. Bind fast his arms.

Gloc. What mean your graces ?
You are my guests. Do me no foul play, friends,
Cornw. Bind him, I say.

[They bind him.

Regan, Regan. Hard, hard: Oh, traitor! thou shalt find Cornw. Come, Sir, what letters had you late

from France ? And what confed'racy have you with the traitors, Late footed in the kingdom ?

Regan. To whose hands
Have you sent the lunatick king ? speak.

Cornw. Where hast thou sent the king?
Gloc. To Dover.

Regan. Wherefore to Dover?
Waft thou not charg'd, at peril
Cornw. Wherefore to Dover? let him first answer

that. Gloc. I am tied to th' stake, and I must stand the

course. Regan. Wherefore to Dover ?

Gloc. Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce fifter Carve his anointed flesh; but I shall see The winged vengeance overtake such children. Cornw. See't thou shalt never; flaves, perform

your work; Out with those treacherous eyes; dispatch, I say !

[Exeunt Gloc. and Serv. If thou seest vengeanceGloc. [without] He that will think to live 'till he be old

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