debt, he loved kings, and wrote psalms and birthday odes. The following is the title of Nahum Tate's precious production :— THE HISTORY OF KING LEAR. ACTED AT THE QUEEN'S THEATRE. REVIV'D, WITH ALTERATIONS, BY N. TATE. LONDON: Printed by H. Hills, for Richd. Wellington, We have made our extracts from the acting copy, because, though we cannot imagine any to have read the play through, we must believe many to have sat out the performance. 128 THE THING CALLED LEAR, PUBLISHED IN 1623. Actus Quartus, Scena Prima. Enter EDGAR. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd, The wretch that thou hast blown unto the worst, Enter GLOUCESTER and an OLD MAN. But who comes here? My father poorly led ? But that thy strange mutations make us Life would not yield to age. hate thee, {wait} Old Man. O my good lord, I have bene your tenant, And your father's tenant, these fourscore yeares. Glo. Away, get the away: good friend, begone; Thy comforts can do me no good at all, Thee, they may hurt. Old Man. You cannot see your way. I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seene Glo. I have no way, and therefore want no eyes: *Theobald says this sentiment is so much akin to a passage in Ovid, that it seems to be taken directly from it : Fortuna miserrima tula est Nam timor eventûs deterioris abest. Epist. ii. lib. 2, ex Ponto. 129 NAHUM TATE'S NEW VERSION. Act IV. Scene 1. Corn. I will have my revenge e'er I depart his house. Regan, see here, a plot upon our state; "Tis Gloster's character, who has betray'd His double trust, of subject and of host. [Gives her a letter. Reg. Then double be our vengeance; this confirms Th' intelligence that we but now receiv'd That he hath been this night to seek the King, But, who, sir, was the kind discoverer? Corn. Our eagle, quick to spy, and fierce to seize, Our trusty Edmund, Reg. 'Twas a noble service; O, Cornwall, take him to thy deepest trust, Edm. Think, sir, how hard a fortune I sustain, Oh, that this treason had not been, or I Corn. Edmund, thou shalt find A father in our love, and from this minute Reg. The grotto, sir, within the lower grove Edm. And there I may expect a comforterHa, madam? Reg. What may happen, sir, I know not; But 'twas a friend's advice. (Aside to him.) Corn. Bring the traitor in. [Aside to him. [Aside to her. [Exit Edmund. Our meanes secure us; and our meer defects Might I but live to see thee in my touch,* I'd say, Old Man. How now? who's there? Edg. O gods! who is't can say, I am at the worst? I am worse, than e'er I was. Old Man. 'Tis poore mad Tom. Edg. And worse I may be yet: the worst is not, So long as we can say, this is the worst. Old Man. Fellow, where goest ? Glo. Is it a beggar man? Old Man. Madman, and beggar too. Glo. He has some reason, else he could not beg. I' th' last night's storme I such a fellow saw; † Was then scarce friends with him. (I've heard more since.) As flies to wanton boyes, are we to th' gods; They kill us for their sport. Edg. How should this be? Bad is the trade that must play foole to sorrow, "I cannot but take notice, that these boldnesses of expression are very infrequent in our English Poetry, though familiar with the Greeks and Latins."-THEOBALD. + We recollect an old blind organist who always used the expression, "I beg pardon, I did not see you at first." |