From the fix'd place; drew from my heart all love, And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear! [Striking his head. (*) First folio omits, O sir, are you come? - an engine,-] By an engine is meant the instrument of torture called the rack. buntented woundings-] "Untented wounds," Steevens says, may possibly signify here, such as will not admit of having a tent put into them." The expression, there can be no doubt, means unsearchable wounds-wounds too deep to be probed, c1 loose,-] That is, discharge. perforce, Should make thee worth them.-Blasts and fogs upon thee! The untented woundings of a father's curse [Exeunt LEAR, KENT, and Attendants. ho! What, Oswald, 'Tis politic and safe to let him keep Each buz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, Inform her full of my particular fear; And thereto add such reasons of your own As may compact it more. Get you gone; And hasten your return.-[Exit Osw.] No, no, my lord, This milky gentleness and course of yours You are much more attask'd* for want of wisdom, ALB. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell; Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. GON. Nay, then FOOL. Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell. LEAR. What canst tell, boy? FOOL. She will taste as like this, as a crab does to a crab. Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i' the middle on's face? LEAR. NO. FOOL. Why, to keep one's eyes of either side his nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into. LEAR. I did her wrong. FOOL. Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell? LEAR. NO. FOOL. Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house. LEAR. Why? FOOL. Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his daughters, and leave his horns without a case. LEAR. I will forget my nature. So kind a father!-Be my horses ready? FOOL. Thy asses are gone about 'em. The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven, is a pretty reason. LEAR. Because they are not eight? FOOL. Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool. LEAR. To take 't again perforce !-Monster ingratitude! FOOL. If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time. LEAR. How's that? FOOL. Thou shouldst not have been old, before* thou hadst been wise. LEAR. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me in temper; I would not be mad! Enter Gentleman. How now! Are the horses ready?` GENT. Ready, my lord. LEAR. Come, boy. FOOL. She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter. [Exeunt. (*) First folio, till. bthy other daughter will use thee kindly:] Kindly is here used, as Malone pointed out, with the double meaning of affectionately, and after her nature, or kind. CUR. Nay, I know not. You have heard of the news abroad,-I mean the whispered ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments? EDM. Not I; pray you, what are they? CUR. Have you heard of no likely wars toward, 'twixt the dukes of Cornwall and Albany? EDM. Not a word. CUR. You may do, then, in time. Fare you well, sir. [Exit. EDM. The duke be here to-night? The better! best! This weaves itself perforce into my business. Brother, a word;-descend :-brother, I say! (*) First folio, your. Enter EDGAR. My father watches:-O, sir, fly this place; Have you not spoken 'gainst the duke of Cornwall? He's coming hither; now, i' the night, i' the haste, And Regan with him; have you nothing said EDG. Yield: : well. come before my father.-Light, ho, here! Fly, brother.-Torches! torches!-So, farewell.[Exit EDGAR. Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [Wounds his arm. Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport.-Father! father! GLO. Pursue him, ho!-Go after.-[Exeunt some Servants.] By no means, what? EDM. Persuade me to the murder of your lordship; But that I told him, the revenging gods But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits, GLO. Let him fly far: Not in this land shall he remain uncaught; And found-despatch!-The noble duke my master, My worthy arch and patron, comes to-night: EDM. When I dissuaded him from his intent, [deny, He whom my father nam'd? your Edgar? That tend upon my father? [bad.GLO. I know not, madam: 't is too bad, too EDM. Yes, madam, he was of that consort. REG. No marvel then, though he were ill affected; 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, CORN. g I never got him.-] The folio reads, "Would he deny his Letter, said he?" h the waste and spoil-] So the first quarto; the second reads, "-these-and waste;" all the other ancient copies, "- tn' expence and wast." a from our home;] Away from home. b-hundred-pound,-] This epithet is found in Middleton's play of The Phoenix," Act IV. Sc. 3, "am I used like a hundred-pound gentleman." And in Sir Walter Raleigh's speech against Foreign Retailers (Oldys's "Life of Raleigh," p. 68), he says,-"Nay at Milan, where there are three hundred-pound Englishmen, they cannot so much as have a barber among them." eyet the moon shines,-] That is, now the moon shines, &c. d -you neat slave,-] The sting in this epithet, "neat," has been quite misunderstood by the commentators who suppose it trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamourous* whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. Osw. Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee! KENT. What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days ago,† since I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee, before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon shines, I'll make a sop o'the moonshine of you draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw. [Drawing his sword. Osw. Away! I have nothing to do with thee. KENT. Draw, you rascal! you come with letters against the king; and take Vanity the puppet's part, against the royalty of her father: draw, you rogue, or I'll so carbonado your shanks!-draw, you rascal! come your ways. Osw. Help, ho! murder! help! KENT. Strike, you slave! stand, rogue, stand! you neat slave, strike ! [Beating him. Osw. Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter EDMUND. EDM. How now? what's the matter? Part. KENT. With you, goodman boy, an § you please; come, I'll flesh you; come on, young master. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOUCESTER, and Servants. GLO. Weapons! arms! what's the matter here? CORN. Keep peace, upon your lives! He dies, that strikes again! what is the matter? REG. The messengers from our sister and the king! CORN. What is your difference? speak. KENT. No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims in thee; a tailor made thee. CORN. Thou art a strange fellow: a tailor make a man? KENT. Ay, a tailor, sir: a stone-cutter, or a |