ly in character. She bore her grief hitherto, fays the relater, in
fiience ; but being no longer able to contain it, fhe flies away, and
retires to her clofet to deal with it in private. This he finely calls,
Clamour-motion 1 d; or provok'd to a loud expreffion of her forrow,
which drives her from company.
9 Itistkeftars, &c.] See the note Aft i. Scene 8.
I Elfe one felf-mate and mate ] Self, for felf-fame, i. t.
one mate the felf-fame with the other. Becaufe if the parents were
of different conditions, fo might the iflbe ; fome refembling the
father, fome the mother.
io8 King LEAR.
Who fometimes, in his better tune, remembers
What we are come about ; and by no means
Will yield to fee his daughter.
Gent. Why, good Sir ?
Kent. A fov'reign flume fo bows him ; his un-
That ftript her from his benedi&ion, turn'd her
To foreign cafualties, gave her dear rights
To his dog- hearted daughters : * Thefe things fting
So venomoufly, that burning fhame detains him
From his Cordelia.
Gent. Alack, poor gentleman !
Kent. Of Albany's^ and Cornwall's Pow'rs you heard
Gent. 3 'Tis faid they are a- foot.
Kent. Well, Sir, I'll bring you to our matter Lear^
And leave you to attend him. 4 Some dear caufe
Will in Concealment wrap me up a while:
When I am known aright, you mail not grieve
Lending me this acquaintance. Pray, along with me.
z ' Tbefe things fting him
So veromoufly, that burning Jhame ] The metaphor here
preferved with great knowledge of nature. The venom of poifon-
ous animals being a high cauftic fait, that has all the tffrdt of
jire upon the part.
3 '7/jso tlty art a foot.'] This is no anfwer to the queftion.
We :Tiould read,
'TiV SAID they are a- foot.
4 -Some dear caujt} Dear, for important.
King LEAR. 109
Enter Cordelia, Phyfician, and Soldiers.
Cor. " ALACK, 'tis he \ why, he was met even
" As mad as the vext fea ; finging aloud ;
" Crown'd with rank fumiterr, and furrow- weeds
<c With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers,
" Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
" In our fuftaining corn. Send forth a cent'ry ;
Search evr'y acre in the high-grown field,
And bring him to our eye. What can man's Wifdom
In the reftoring his bereaved fenfe,
He, that helps him, take all my outward worth.
Phyf. There are means, Madam :
Our fofter nurfe of nature is repofe ;
The which he lacks ; that to provoke in him,
Are many Simples operative, whofe power
Will clofe the eye of anguifh.
Cor. " All bleft Secrets,
" All you unpublim'd Virtues of the Earth,
" Spring with my tears; be aidant, and remediate
t In the good man's diftrefs! feek, feek for him ;
Left his ungovern'd rage diflblve the life,
That wants the means to lead it.
Enter a Mejfcnger.
Mef. News, Madam :
The Britijh Pow'rs are marching hitherward.
Cor. 'Tis known before. Our preparation Hands
In expectation of them. O dear father,
It is thy bufmefs that I go about : therefore great
My Mourning and important Tears hadi pitied.
No blown ambition doth our arms incite,
But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right :
Soon may I hear, and fee him! [Exeunt.
R E G A N'J PALACE.
Enter Regan and Steward.
Reg.T) U T are my Brother's Powers fet forth ?
J3 Stew. Ay, Madam.
Reg. Himfelf in perfon there ?
Stew. With much adoe.
Your filler is the better foldier.
Reg. Lord Edmund fpake not with your lady at
Stew. No, Madam.
Reg. What might import my fitter's letter to him ?
Stew. I know not, lady.
Reg. Faith he is potted hence on ferious matter.
It was great ign'rance, Glo'fter's eyes being out,
To let him live ; where he arrives, he moves
All hearts againft us : Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his mifery, to difpatch
His nighted life : moreover, to defcry
The ftrength o' th* enemy.
Stew. I muft needs after him, Madam, with my
Reg. Our troops fet forth to morrow : (lay with us :
The ways are dangerous.
Stew. I may not, Madam ;
My lady charg'd my duty in this bufmefs.
Reg. Why fhould fhe write to Edmund ? might
Tranfpprt her purpofes by word ? Belike,
Something - 1 know not what - I'll lovethce
King LEAR. in
Let me unfeal the letter.
Stew. Madam, I had rather
Reg. I know, your lady do's not love her husband :
I'm fure of that ; and, at her late being here,
5 She gave ceiliads, and moft fpeaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know, you're of her bofom.
Stew. I, Madam ?
Reg. I fpeak in underftanding : you are -, I know't ;
Therefore, I do advife you, take this note.
My lord is dead ; Edmund and I have talk'd,
And more convenient is he for my hand,
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,
I pray, defire her call her wifdom to her. So farewel.
If 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 fhould
What party I do follow
Reg. Farethee well. [Exeunt.
The Country, near Dover.
Enter Glo'iler, and Edgar as a Peafant.
C/0. \T7HEN fliall I come to th' top of that
^ W fame hill ?
Edg. You do climb up it now. Look, how we
Glo. Methinks, the ground is even.
Edg. Horrible fteep.
Hark, do you hear the fea ?
Glo. No, truly.
5 She gave him ceiliads] OeillaJes, French, for glances.
Edg. Why then your other fenfes grow imperfect
By your eyes' anguifh.
Glo. So may it be, indeed.
Methinks, thy voice is alter'd 5 and thou fpeak'ft
In better phrafe and matter than thou didft.
Edg. You're much deceiv'd : in nothing am I
But in my garments.
Glo. Sure you're better fpoken.
Edg. Come on, Sir, here's the place- ftandftilL
8 How fearful
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 Samphire ; dreadful trade !
Methinks, he feems no bigger than his head.
The fifher-men, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice ; and yond tall anchoring bark,
Diminifh'd to her cock ; her cock, a buoy
Almoft too fmall for fight. The murmuring furge,
That on th* unnumbred 6 idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard fo high. I'll look no more,
Left my brain turn, and the deficient fight,
Topple down headlong.'
Glo. Set me, where you (land,
Edg. Give me your hand : you're now within a
OF th' extream verge : ' for all below the moon
Would I not leap outright.
6 idle pebbles'] Idle, for barren, uncultivated.
7 for all below the mocn
Would I not leap UPRIGHT.] But what danger in leaping
upright or upwards ? He who leaps thus mutt needs fall again on
his feet upon the place from whence he roie. We Ihould read,
Would I not leap OUTRIGHT.
j e. forward : and then being on the verge of a precipice he muft
needs fall headlong.
King LEAR. 1 1
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. [Seems to go.
Glo. With all my heart.
Edg. Why do I trifle thus with his defpair ?
'Tis done to cure it.
Glo. " O you mighty Gods!
" This world I do renounce 5 and in your fights
* c 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 fhould
cc Burn itfelf out. If Edgar live, O blefs him!
Now, fellow, fare thee well.
[He leaps, and falls dong.
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 ! fpeak !
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'mcr, fea-
So many fathom down precipitating,
Thou'd'ft (hiver'd like an egg : but thou doft breathe,
Hift heavy fubftance, bleed'ft not ; (peak, art found ?
8 Ten mafts attacht make not the altitude,
8 Ten ma/ft AT EACH make not the altitude,'] So Mr Popt
found it in the old editions! and feeing ic corrupt, judicioully
corrected it to attacht. But Mr. Zbtobald reports again the old
nonfente, / each.
Vol. VI. I Which
H4 King LEAR.
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 mrill-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 itfelf 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 Hand.
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 flood here, below, methought, his eyes
Were two full moons ; he had a thoufand nofes,
9 Horns welk'd, and wav'd like the enridged fea :
It was fome fiend. Therefore, thou happy father,
* Think, that the cleareft gods, who make them
Of men's impoflibilities, have preferv'd thee.
Glo. I do remember now : henceforth I'll bear
Affliction, 'till it do cry out itfelf,
Enough, enough, and die. That thing you fpeak of,
I took it for a man -, often 'twould fay,
The fiend, the fiend he led me to that place.
Edg. Bear free and patient thoughts.
9 Horns welk'd,] i. e. twifted. Mr. Pope.
i Think, tkatthe cleareft c<//,] Charejl, for moft righteous.
Enter Lear, drejl madly with flowers.
But who comes here ?
* The fober fenfe will ne'er accommodate
His matter thus.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for coyning : I am
the King himfelf.
Edg. O thou fide-piercing fight !
Lear. Nature's above art in that lefpecl:. There's
your prefs-mony. That fellow handles his bow like
a crow-keeper : draw me a clothier's yard. Look,
Jook, a moufe! Peace, peace ; this piece of toafted
cheefe will do't there's my gauntlet, I'll prove it
on a giant. Bring up the brown bills. J O, well
flown, Barb! i'th* clout, i'th' clout: hewgh. Give
Rdg. Sweet marjoram.
Glo. I know that voice.
Lear. Ha! G oner ill ! ha! Regan! they flatter'd me
like a dog, and told me, I had white hairs in my
beard, ere the black ones were there. To fay ay,
and no, to every thing that I faid- "-Ay, and no k
too was no good divinity. When the rain came to
wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter ;
when the thunder would not peace at my bidding ;
2 The SAFER feftfe will ne'er accommodate} Without doubt
if the SOBER fenfe,
i. e. while the underftanding is in a right frame it will never thus
accommodate its owner : alluding to Lear's txtravagant drtft*
Thence he concludes him to be mad.
4 O well Jloiun Bird,] Lear is here raving of archery, and (hoot-
ing at huts, as is plain by the words f tV clout, that is, the white
mark they fet up and aim at : hence the phrafe, to bit the ivbite.
So that we mud read, O nuill-flown > Barb! i. e. the barbed, or
I a there
there I found 'em, there I fmek 'em out. Go to,
they are not men o* their words ; they told me I was
every thing : 'tis a lie, I am not ague-proof.
Glo. 4 The trick of that voice I do well remember:
Is't not the King ?
Lear. Ay, every inch a King.
When I do flare, fee, how the Subject quakes.
I pardon that man's life. What was the caufe ?
Adultery ? thou malt not die ; die for adultery ? no,
the wren goes to't, and the fmall gilded flie does letcher
in my fight. Let copulation thrive: for Glower's
baftard-fon was kinder to his father, than my daugh-
ters got 'tween the lawful meets. To't, luxury, pell-
mell; for I lack foldiers. Behold yon fimpering
Dame, 5 whofe face 'tween her forks prcfages fnow ;
that minces virtue, and does fhake the head to hear of
pleafure's name. 6 The fitchew, nor the 7 flailed horfe,
goes to't with a more riotous appetite : down from
the wafte they are centaurs, though women all above :
but to the girdle do the Gods inherit, beneath it is all
the fiends. There's hell, there's darknefs, there is
the fulphurous pit, burning, fcalding, flench, con-
fumption : fie, ne, fie ; pah, pah ; give me an ounce
of civet, good apothecary, to fwecten my imagi-
nation ! there's money for thee.
Glo. O, let me kifs that hand.
Lear. Let me wipe it firft, it fmells of mortality.
Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature ! this great world
Shall fo wear out to nought. Do'ft thou know me ?
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough : dofl
thou fquiny at me ? no, do thy worft, blind Cupid \
4 Tat trick of tuat voice] z. e. the particular tore and manner
of (peaking. As the air of a face iignifies the particular turn and
fpirit of the features.
5 Wboftfact 'tween her forks] i. e. her hand held before her
face in fign of modeily, with the fingers fpread out, forky.
6 Thi titchew,] A kind of Polecat. Mr. Pope.
7 nor tht s or LED borfe,] I read STALLED korfe.
King LEAR. 117
I'll not love. Read thou this challenge, mark but
the penning of it.
Glo. Were all the letters funs, I could not fee one.
Edg. I would not take this from report ; it is,
And my heart breaks at it.
Glo. What, with this cafe of eyes ?
Lear. Oh, ho, are you there with me ? no eyes in
your head, nor no mony in your purfe? your eyes
are in a heavy cafe, your purfe in a light ; yet you
fee how this world goes.
Glo. I fee it feelingly.
Lear. What, art mad ? a man may fee how this
world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears :
fee, how yond juftice rails upon yond fimple thief.
Hark in thine ear : change Places* and handy-dandy,
which is the juftice, which is the thief? Thou haft
feen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar.
Glo. Ay, Sir.
Lear. And the creature run from the cur ? there
thou might'ft behold the great image of authority ; a
dog's obey'd in office
Thou rafcal beadle, hold thy bloody hand :
Why doft thou lafh that whore ? ftrip thy own back y
Thou hotly luft'ft to ufe her in that kind,
For which thou whip'ft her. Th* ufurer hangs the
Through tatter'd cloaths fmall vices do appear ;
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate fin with gold*
And the ftrong lance of juftice hurtlefs breaks :
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's ftraw doth pierce it.
None does offend, none, I fay, none j 8 I'll able 'em j
Take that of me, my friend, who have the pow'r
8 f II able ''em ;] An old phrafe fignifying to qualify, or
uphold them. So Scogan, contemporary with Chaucer, fays,
Set all my life after thyne ordinaunce.
And able me ta mtrcie or thou dene.
But the Oxford Editor alters it, to alfofae.
I 3 To
1 1 8 King LEAR.
T6 feal th' accufer's lips. Get thee glafs eyes,
And, like a fcurvy politician, feem
To fee the things thou doft not.
Now, now, now, now. Pull off my boots : harder,
Edg. O matter and impertinency mixt,
Reafon in madnefs !
Lear. If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my
I know thee well enough, thy name is Glo'fter ;
Thou muft be patient ; we came crying hither :
Thou know'ft, the firft time that we fmell the air,
We wawle and cry. I will preach to thee : mark
Glo. Alack, alack the day !
Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are
To this great ftage of fools. This a good block! -
It were a delicate ftratagem to moe
A troop of horfe with Felt ; I'll put't in proof ;
And when I've ftoln upon thefe fons-in-law,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
Enter a Gentleman^ with Attendants.
Gent. O, here he is, lay hand upon him ; Sir,
Your moft dear daughter
Lear. No refcue ? what, a prifoner ? I am even
The natural fool of fortune. Ufe me well,
You fhall have ranlbm. Let me have furgeons,
J am cut to th' brains.
Gent. You fhall have any thing.
Lear. No feconds ? all my felf ?
Why, this would make a man, a man of fait j
To ufe his eyes for garden- water-pots,
A-d laying autumn's duft. I will di<
King LEAR. 119
Like a fmug bridegroom. What? I will be jovial :
Come, come, I am a King. My Matters, know you
Gent. You are a royal one, and we obey you.
Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, an you get it,
You mall get it by running : fa, fa, fa, fa. [Exit.
Gent. A light moft pitiful in the meaneft wretch,
Pad fpeaking of in a King. Thou haft one daughter,
Who redeems nature from the general curfe
Which twain have brought her to.
Edg, Hail, gentle Sir.
Gent. Sir, fpeed you : what's your Will ?
Edg. Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward ?
Gent. Moft fure, and vulgar ; every one hears that,
Which can diftinguifli found.
Edg. But by your favour,
How near's the other army ?
Gent. Near, and on fpeedy foot : the main defcry
Stands on the hourly thought.
Edg. I thank you, Sir : That's all.
Gent. Though that the Queen on fpecial caufe is
Her army is mov'd on. [Exit.
Edg. I thank you, Sir.
Glo. You ever gentle Gods, take my breath from
Le not my worfer fpirit tempt me again
To die before you pleafe !
Edg. Well pray you, father.
Glo. Now, good Sir, what are you ?
Edg. A moft poor man, made tame to fortune's
9 Who, by the art of known and feeling forrows,
9 Who, by the art of known and feeling forrows.'} i. e. forrows
pail and prefent ; But the Oxford Editor lofes all tnis fenfe, by al-
tering it to
' ' ..... knowing and feeling .
I 4 Am
120 King LEAR.
Am pregnant to good pity; Give me your hand*
1'Jl lead you to fome biding.
Glo. Hearty thanks ;
The bounty and the benizon of heav'n
Tc boot, and boot !
Stew. A proclaimed prize! moft happy?
That eyelefs head of thine was firft fram'd flefli*
To raife my fortunes. Old unhappy traitor,
1 Briefly thy felf remember : the fword is out,
That muft deftroy thee.
Glo. Let thy friendly hand
Put flrength enough to't.
Stew. Wherefore, bold peafant,
Dar'ft thou fupport a publifh'd traitor? hence^
Left that th' infection of his fortune take
Like hold on thee. Let go his arm.
Edg. Chill not let go, Zir, without vurther 'cafion.
Stew. Let go, flave, or thou dy'ft.
Edg. Good gentleman, go your gate, and let poor
volk pafs: and 'chud ha* been zwagger*d out of my
life, 'twould not ha' been zo long as 'tis by a vort-
night. Nay, come not near th' old man: keep out,,
che vor'ye, or ice try whether your coftard or my bat
be the harder , chill be plain with you.
Stew. Out, dunghill !
Edg. Chill pick your teeth, Zir : come, no matter
vor your foyns. [Edgar knocks Mm down.
Stew. Slave, thou haftflainme: villain, take my.
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body s
i Briefly thy felf remember :~\ i.e. quickly recoiled the pall of-
fences of thy life, and recommend thy felf to heaven.
King LEAR. 121
And give the letters, which thou find'ft about me,
Fo Edmund Earl of Glo'fter : feek him out
Upon the Englijh party : Oh, untimely death!
Edg. I know thee well, a ferviceable villain j
As duteous to the vices of thy Miftrefs,
As badnefs would defire.
Glo. What, is he dead?
Edg. Sit you down, father : reft you.
Let's fee thefe pockets ; the letters, that he fpeaks of,
May be my friends : he's dead ; I'm only forry,
He had no other death's-man. Let us fee -
By your leave, gentle wax- and manners blame
* To know our enemies' minds, we rip their hearts 5
Their papers arc more lawful.
Reads the Letter.
LE T our reciprocal Vows be remembred. Ton have
many opportunities to cut him off: if your Will
want not, time and place will le fruitfully offered. There
is nothing done y if he return the conqueror* Then am I
the pr if oner, and his bed my goal; from the loathed
warmth whereof deliver me y and fupply the place for
Tour (wife, fo I would fay) affeclionate Servant^
? Oh, undiftinguilh'd fpace of woman's Will !
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life,
2 To knona our enemies' minds, <wt rip their hearts ;
Their papers are more lawful.'] This is darkly expreffed : The
meaning is, Our enemies are put upon the rack, and torn in pieces
to extort confeffion of their iecrets; to tear open their letters i*
3 Oh, undiflinguijh* d fpace of 'woman's Wit !] So the fift Qtarto
reads, but the firft Folio better, Will. I hare no idea of the mean-
ing of the firft reading, but the other is extremely fatirical ; the
122 King LEAR.
And the exchange my brother. Here, i'th* lands
Thee I'll rake up, the pod unfanctified
Of murth'rous lechers : and in the mature time,
With this ungracious paper ftrike the fight
Of the death- practised Duke: for him 'tis well,
That of thy death and bufmefs I can tell.
Glo. The King is mad : how ftiff is my vile fenfe,
That I (land up, 4 and have ingenious Feeling
Of my huge forrows ! better I were diftrat,
$o mould my thoughts be fever'd from my griefs ;
[Drum afar off.
And woes, by wrong imaginations, lofe
The knowledge of themfelves.
Edg. Give me your hand :
Far off, methinks, 1 hear the beaten drum.
Come, father, I'll beftow you with a friend. [Exeunt*
Changes to a Chamber.
Enter Cordelia, Kent, and Phyfician.
Cor. /~\ Thou good Kent, how mail I live and work
Vx To match thy Goodnefs ? life will be too
And ev'ry meafure fail me.
<-jarlum fc? mutalile femper, of Virgil, more flrongly a^d happily
exprefifed. The mutability of a woman's Will, which is fo fuddcn
that there is no fpace or diftance between the prefent Will and the
next. Honeft Sancao explains this thought with infinite humour,
Entrf el fi y el no de la muger, no me atreveria yo a poner una junta
Aifi'er. Between a woman's yes and no / 'would not undertake
to tbruft a pins point.
4 and have ingenious Feeling] Ingenious feeling figni-
fies a feeling from an underftanding not d.fturbed or difordered, but
which, reprefenting things as they are, makes the fenfe of pain the
King LEAR. 123
Kent. To be acknowledg'd, Madam, is o'erpaid ;
All my reports go with the modeft truth.
Nor more, nor dipt, but fo.
Cor. Be better fuited ;
Thefe weeds are memories of thofe worfer hours :
I pr'ythee, put them off.
Kent. Pardon, dear Madam,
Yet to be known, J fhortens my laid intent;
My boon I make it, that you know me not,
'Till time and I think meet.
Cor. Then be it To,
My lord. How does the King ?
[70 the Phyfician.
Phyf. Madam, deeps (till.
Cor. O you kind Gods !
Cure this great breach in his abufed nature ;
Th' untun'd and jarring fenfes, O, wind up
Of this child-changed father.
Phyf. Pleafe your Majefty,
That we may wake the king, he hath flept long?
Cor. Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed
Pth' fway of your own will : is he array'd ?
Enter Lear in a chair, carried by Servants.
Phyf. Ay, Madam ; in the heavinefs of deep,
We put frefh garments on him. -
Be by, good Madam, when we do awake him ,
I doubt not of his temperance.
Cor. O my dear father ! 6 Reftauration, hang
5 Jhartem my MADE intent ;] There is a diffonancy
of terms in made intent', one implying the idea of a thing done,
the other, undone. I fuppofe Sbaktfptar wrote LAID intent ;
;. e. projedled.
6 Refiauratioa, hang
Thy medicine on my lips ; ] This is fine. She invokes the
Goddefs of Health, Hjtffia, under the name of Reji duration, to
make her the minifter of her Rites, in this holy office of recover.
ing her father's loft fenfes.
" Thy medicine on my lips -, and let this kifs
Repair thofe violent harms, that my two fitters
Have in thy reverence made !
Kent. Kind and deareft Princefs!
Cor. Had you not been their Father, thefe white
Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face,
To be expos'd againft the warring winds?
To (land againft the deep, dread-bolted Thunder?
In the moft terrible and nimble Stroke
Of quick, crofs Lightning ? 7 To watch, poor Perdu !
With this thin Helm? My very Enemy's Dog,
Though he had bit me, fhou'd have flood that Night
Againll my fire : And waft thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with fwine and rogues forlorn,
In mort and mufty ftraw? alack, alack!
'Tis wonder, that thy life and wits, at once,