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And from her derogate* body never spring
FLATTERING SYCOPHANTS. That such a slave as this should wear a sword, Who wears no honesty. Such smiling rogues as
these, Like rats, oft bite the holy cords atwain Which are too intrinsic† t’unloose; smooth every
PLAIN BLUNT MEN.
This is some fellow, Who having been praised for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and
constrains the garb, Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he!An honest mind and plain,-he must speak truth: An' they will take it so; if not, he's plain. These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Then twenty silly ducking observants, That stretch their duties nicely.
Degraded. + Falling # Perplexed. $ Disowned.
!! The bird called the king-fisher, which, when dried and hung up by a thread, is supposed to turn his bill to the point from whence the wind blows. T Simple or rustic
BEDLAM BEGGARS. While I may 'scape, I will preserve myself: and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape, That every penury, in contempt of man, Brought near to beast: my face I'll grime with filth; Blanket my loins; elf* all my hair in knots; And with presented nakedness outface The winds, and persecutions of the sky, The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who, with roaring voices, Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes, and mills, Sometime with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity.
THE FAULTS OF INFIRMITY PARDONABLE.
Fiery? the fiery duke?-Tell the hot duke, that, No, but not yet:-may be, he is not well: Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body: I'll forbear: And am fallen out with my more headier will, To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man.
Thy sister's naught: 0, Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture here.
[Points to his heart. All's not offence, that indiscretion finds, And dotage terms so.
I proythee, daughter, do not make me mad;
* Hair thus knotted was supposed to be the work of elves and fairies in the night. + Skewers.
But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter;
THE NECESSARIES OF LIFE FEW.
0, reason not the need: our basest beggars
man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger! O let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!—no, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall-I will do such things,What they are, yet I know not; but they shall be: The terrors of the earth. You think, I'll weep; No, I'll not weep:I have full cause of weeping; but this heart. Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep: 0, fool, I shall go mad!
0, sir, to wilful men,
Gent. Contending with the fretful element:
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
LEAR'S EXCLAMATIONS IN THE TEMPEST.
cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executingt fires Vaunt courierst to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thun
der, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!
Rumble thy bellyfull! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
* Whose dugs are drawn dry by its young. + Quick as thought. * Avaunt couriers. French. § Obedience.
Kent. Alas, sir, are you here? things that love
night, Love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies Gallow* the very wanderers of the dark, And make them keep their caves: Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry The affliction, nor the fear. Lear.
Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful potherf o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of Justice: Hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjur'd, and thou simularf man of virtue That art incestuous: Caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seemings Has practis'd on man's life!-Close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents, and cry These dreadful summoners grace. 1-I am a man, More sinn'd against, than sinning. Kent.
Alack, bareheaded! Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel; Some friendship will it lend you 'gainst the tempest. Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious
† Blustering noise. Counterfeit. § Appearance. 11 Favour.