They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse; The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks: Fool. Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way. Fathers, that wear rags, Do make their children blind; But fathers, that bear bags, Shall see their children kind. Fortune, that arrant whore, Ne'er turns the key to the poor. But, for all this, thou shalt have as many doloursd for thy daughters, as thou can'st tell in a year. Lear. O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy elements below! - Where is this daughter? Kent. With the earl, sir, here within. Lear. Stay here. Follow me not; [Exit. Gent. Made you no more offence than what you speak of? Kent. None. How chance the king comes with so small a train? Fool. An thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that question, thou hadst well deserved it. d Kent. Why, fool? meiny,] i. e. Family. Mesnie, Fr. - dolours] Quibble between dolours and dollars.-HANMER. • O, how this mother, &c.] Lear here affects to pass off the swelling of his heart ready to burst with grief and indignation, for the disease called the Mother, or Hysterica passio, which, in our author's time, was not thought peculiar to women only.-PERCY. Fool. We'll set thee to school to an ant, to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter. All that follow their noses are led by their eyes, but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking. Let go thy hold, when a great wheel runs down a hill, lest it break thy neck with following it; but the great one that goes up the hill, let him draw thee after. When a wise man gives thee better counsel, give me mine again; I would have none but knaves follow it, since a fool gives it. That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain, Will pack, when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. But I will tarry; the fool will stay, And let the wise man fly: The knave turns fool, that runs away; The fool no knave, perdy. Kent. Where learn'd you this, fool? Fool. Not i'the stocks, fool. Re-enter LEAR, with GLOSTER. Lear. Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary? They have travell'd hard to-night? Mere fetches; The images of revolt and flying off! Fetch me a better answer. Glo. My dear lord, You know the fiery quality of the duke; How unremoveable and fix'd he is In his own course. Lear. Vengeance! plague! death! confusion ! Fiery? what quality? why, Gloster, Gloster, I'd speak with the duke of Cornwall, and his wife. The knave turns fool, that runs away; The fool no the copies concur. The sense will be mended if we read: knave, perdy.] I think the passage is erroneous, though both The fool turns knave, that runs away ; The knave fool, perdy. That I stay with the king is a proof that I am a fool; the wise men are de serting him. There is knavery in this desertion, but there is no folly JORNSON. Perdy is a corruption of par dieu. Glo. Well, my good lord, I have inform'd them so. Lear. Inform'd them! Dost thou understand me, man? Glo. Ay, my good lord. Lear. The king would speak with Cornwall; the dear father Would with his daughter speak, commands her service : Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, [Looking on Kent. Should he sit here? This act persuades me, Is practice only. Give me my servant forth : Till it cry-Sleep to death. [Exit. Glo. I'd have all well betwixt you. Lear. O me, my heart, my rising heart!-but, down. Fool. Cry to it, nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels, when she put them i'the paste alive; she rapp'd 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, and cry'd, Down, wantons, down: 'Twas her brother, that, in pure kindness to his horse, butter'd his hay. Enter CORNWALL, REGAN, GLOSTER, and Servants. Lear. Good morrow to you both. Corn. Hail to your grace! [KENT is set at liberty. this remotion] From their own house to that of the earl of practice-] i. e, Deceit. This word is commonly used in an ill sense Gloster.-MALONE. h by the writers of Shakspeare's time. 1 Sleep to death.] i. e. I'll beat the drum till it cries out-Let them awake no more; let their present sleep be their last. STEEVENS. Reg. I am glad to see your highness. Lear. Regan, I think you are; I know what reason I have to think so: if thou should'st not be glad, I would divorce me from thy mother's tomb, Sepúlch'ring an adultress.-O, are you free? [TO KENT. Some other time for that. - Beloved Regan, [Points to his Heart. I can scarce speak to thee: thou'lt not believe, Reg. I pray you, sir, take patience; I have hope, Than she to scant her duty.k Lear. Say, how is that? Reg. I cannot think, my sister in the least As clears her from all blame. Lear. My curses on her! Reg. O, sir, you are old; Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine: you should be rul'd, and led Better than you yourself: Therefore, I pray you, That to our sister you do make return ; Say, you have wrong'd her, sir. Lear. Do you but mark how this becomes the house? Ask her forgiveness ? [Kneeling. Dear daughter, I confess that I am old; Age is unnecessary: on my knees I beg, That you'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed, and food. k I have hope, You less know how to value her desert, Than she to scant her duty.] The sense is, of her merits, than she is ignorant duty." The sense is the house?] i. e. The order of families, duties of relation.-WARBURTON. "I have hope that you are more norant of any inclination to neglect her most inaccurately expressed, to scant is to be deficient in. 1 ■ Age is unnecessary:] i. e. Old people are useless. VOL. VIII. E Reg. Good sir, no more; these are unsightly tricks: Return you to my sister. Lear. Never, Regan: She hath abated me of half my train; Most serpent-like, upon the very heart: All the stor'd vengeances of heaven fall On her ingrateful top! Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness ! Corn. Fye, fye, fye! Lear. You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty, You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun, To fall and blast her pride! Reg. O the blest gods! So will you wish on me, when the rash mood is on. Wherein I thee endow'd. Reg. Good sir, to the purpose. [Trumpets within. Lear. Who put my man i'the stocks? What trumpet's that? Enter Steward. Reg. I know't, my sister's: this approves her letter, That she would soon be here.-Is your lady come? n tender-hefted-] i. e. Moved with tenderness. Hefted is the same as heaved.-NARES. 0 to scant my sizes, [ i. e. To contract my allowances. Sizes are certain portions of bread, beer, or other victuals, which in publick societies are set down to the account of particular persons. The word is still used in colleges. JOHNSON and STEEVENS. |