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SCENE, Regan's Palace.

Enter Regan, and Steward.

Reg. BUT are my brother's powers set forth ?

Stew. Ay, madam.

Reg. Himfelf in person there?
Stew. With much ado.

Your fifter is the better foldier.

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Reg. Lord Edmund fpake not with your Lady at home?
Stery. No, madam.

Reg. What might import my fifter's letter to him?
Stew. I know not, Lady.

Reg. Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ign'rance, Glo'fter's eyes being out,
To let him live; where he arrives, he moves
All hearts against us: Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his mifery, to dispatch

His nighted life: moreover to defcry

The ftrength o' th' enemy.

Stew. I muft needs after him, madam, with my letterke Reg. Our troops fet forth to-morrow: stay with us: The ways are dangerous.

Stew. I may not, madam;

My Lady charg'd my duty in this bufiness.

Reg. Why fhould the write to Edmund? might not you Tranfport her purposes by word? belike,

Something I know not what

Let me unfeal the letter.

Stew. Madam, I had rather

I'll love thee much

Reg, I know, your Lady does not love her husband
I'm fure of that; and, at her late being here,
She gave ftrange iliads, and moft fpeaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know, you're of her bofom.
Stew. I, madam ?

Reg. I fpeak 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 hand,

Than

Than for your Lady's: you may gather more:
If you do find him, pray you, give him this;
And when your miftrefs hears thus much from you,
pray, defire her call her wisdom to her.

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If

So farewel.

you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.

Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam, I should fhew What party I do follow.

Reg. Fare thee well.

[Exeunt

SCENE, the Country, near Dover.

Enter Glo'fter, and Edgar, as a Peafant.

Glo. W

Hen fhall I come to th' top of that fame hill? Edg. You do climb up it now. Look, how Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.

Edg. Horrible fteep.

Hark, do you hear the fea?

Glo. No, truly..

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Edg. Why then your other fenfes grow imperfect

By your eyes anguish.

Glo. So may it be, indeed.

Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'ft
In better phrafe and matter than thou didit.

Edg. You're much deceiv'd: in nothing am I chang'd, But in my garments.

Glo. Sure, you're better spoken.

[fearful Edg. Come on, Sir, here's the place--ftand ftill. How And dizzy 'tis, to caft one's eyes fo low!

The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air,
Shew fcarce fo grofs 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 furge,
That on th' unnumbred idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard fo high. I'll look no more,

Left

Left my brain turn, and the deficient fight
Topple down headlong.

Glo. Set me, where you ftand."

Edg. Give me your hand you're now within a foot Of th' extream verge: for all below the moon Would I not leap upright. 5:

Glo. Let go my hand :

Here, friend, 's another purfe, in it a jewel

Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies, and gods,
Profper it with thee! Go thou further off,

Bid me farewel, and let me hear thee going.
Edg. Now fare ye well, good Sir.

Glo. With all my heart.

[Seems to go

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 affliction off:
If I could bear it longer, and not fall
To quarrel with your great oppofelefs wills,
My fnuff and loathed part of nature should
Burn itfelf out. If Edgar live, O blefs him!

Now, fellow, fare thee well. [He leaps and falls along
Edg. Good Sir, farewel.

And yet I know not how conceit may rob

The treafury of life, when life itfelf

Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought,

By this, had thought been paft.Alive or dead?
Hoa, you, hear you, friend! Sir! Sir! speak!
Thus might he pafs, indeed-yet he revives.
What are you, Sir?

Glo. Away, and let me die.

Edg. Had'ft thou been aught but gofs' mer, feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating,

Thoa'd'ft fhiver'd like an egg: but thou doft breathe, Haft heavy fubftance, bleed'ft not; fpeak, art found? Ten mafts at each make not the altitude, (47)

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Which thou haft perpendicularly fall'n.
Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again.
Glo. But have I fall'n, or no?

Edg. From the dread fummit of this chalky bourn Look up a height, the fhrill-gorg'd Lark fo far Cannot be feen or heard: do but look up.

Glo. Alack, I have no eyes.

Is wretchednefs depriv'd that benefit,

To end itself by death? 'twas yet fome comfort,
When mifery could beguile the tyrant's rage,
And fruftrate his proud will.

Edg. Give me your arm.

Up, fo-how is't? feel you your legs? you ftand.
Glo. Too well, too well.

Edg. This is above all ftrangenefs.

Upon the crown o' th' cliff, what thing was that,
Which parted from you?

Glo. A poor unfortunate beggar.

Edg. As I ftood here below, methought, his eyes Were two full moons; he had a thousand nofes, Horns welk'd, and wav'd like the enridged fea: It was fome hand. Therefore, thou happy father, Think,that the cleareft gods, who make them honours(48) Of men's impoffibilities, have preferv'd thee.

Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Affliction, 'till it do cry out itself,

Enough, inough, and die. That thing you fpeak of,
I took it for a man; often 'twould fáy,

The fiend, the fiend he led me to that place.
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.

Enter Lear, dreft madly with Flowers.

But who comes here ?

leaft---a poor, dragging expreffion. All the old copies read, as I have reftor'd in the text, ten mafts at each..

'Tis certain, 'tis a bold phrafe, but I dare warrant, it was our author's; and means, ten mafts placed at the extremity of each other. (48) Think, that the dearest gods---] This too is Mr. Pope's reading. All the authentick copies have it, cleareft gods; i. e. open, and righteous, in their dealings. So, our author again, in his Timenz Roots, ye clear beav'ns!

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His mafter thus.

Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coining: I am the King himself.

Edg. O thou fide piercing fight!

Lear. Nature's above art in that respect. There's your prefs-money. (49) That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper: draw me a clothier's yard. Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace;-this piece of toasted cheese will do't-there's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. O, well flown, Barb! (50) i' th' clout, i' th' clout: hewgh.-Give the word.

Edg. Sweet marjoram,
Lear. Pafs.

Glo. I know that voice.

Lear. Ha! Gonerill! hah! Regan! they flatter'd me

(49) That fellow bandles his bow like a cow-keeper.] Thus Mr. Pope in his laft edition; but I am afraid, I betray'd him into the error by an abfurd conjecture of my own, in my SHAKESPEARE reftored. 'Tis certain we must read crowo-keeper here; as likewife in this paffage of Romeo and Juliet:

We'll have no Cupid hooded with a fcarf,

Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,

Scaring the Ladies like a crow-keeper.

And, it seems, in feveral counties to this day, they call a stuff'd figure, reprefenting a man, and arm'd with a bow and arrow, (fet up to fright the crows, and other birds of prey, from the fruit and corn;} a crowo-keeper; as well as a fcare-crow. To fome fuch figure our author again alludes in Measure for Measure.

We must not make a scare-erowo of the law,

Setting it up to fear the birds of prey,

And let it keep one fhape, 'till cuftom make it

Their perch, and not their terror,

But Beaumont and Fletcher in their Bonduca have a paffage which will excellently well explain our author's reading.

-Can these fight? They look

Like empty scabbards all; no metal in 'em:

Like men of clouts, let to keep crocus from orebards;

(50) O well flown bird,] Lear is here raving of archery, and shooting at buts, as is plain by the words i' th' clout, that is, the white mark they fet up and aim at: hence the phrafe, to hit the white. So that we must certainly read, O well-flown, barb! i. e. the barbed, or bearded arrow. Mr. Warburton.

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