With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Send forth a cent❜ry; In our fuftaining corn. What can man's wifdom In the reftoring his bereaved fense, He, that helps him, take all my outward worth. Our fofter nurse of nature, is repofe; The which he lacks; that to provoke in him, Cor. All bleft fecrets, All you unpublish'd virtues of the earth, Enter a Messenger. Mef. News, Madam: The British pow'rs are marching hitherward. great It is thy business that I go about: therefore France [Exeunt. which Smoke has, of making the eyes water. And as to the growth of it, Pliny tells us particularly that it fprings up in gardens and fields of barley; (Nafcitur in bortis et fegetibus hordeaceis) which our author here calls, in our fuftaining corn-1 obferve, in Chaucer it is written femetere; by a corruption either of the fcribe, or of vulgar pronuncia ton; if of the latter, it might from thence eafily fide, in progress of time, into fenitar. SCENE, SCENE, Regan's Palace. Enter Regan, and Steward. Reg. Bu UT are my brother's Steru. Ay, Madam. Reg. Himfelf in perfon there? Stew. With much ado. Your fifter is the better foldier. Reg. Lord Edmund spake not with your Lady at home Reg. What might import my fifter's letter to him? Reg. Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. His nighted life: moreover to defcry The ftrength o' th' enemy. Stew. I must needs after him, madam, with my letter. Reg. Our troops fet forth to-morrow: stay with us: The ways are dangerous. Stew. I may not, madam; My Lady charg'd my duty in this business. Reg. Why fhould the write to Edmund ? might not you Transport her purposes by word? belike, Something I know not what-I'll love thee much- Stew. Madam, I had rather Reg. I know, your Lady does not love her husband: I'm lure of that; and, at her late being here, She gave strange ceiliads, and moft fpeaking looks To noble Edmund. I know, you're of her bofom. Stew. I, madam? Reg. I speak in understanding: you are; I know't; Therefore, I do advise you, take this note. My Lord is dead; Edmund' and I have talk'd, Than Than for your Lady's: you may gather more: Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. Stew. 'Would I could meet him, madam, I fhould few What party I do follow. Reg. Fare thee well. [Exeunt. SCENE, the Country near Dover. Enter Glo'fter, and Edgar, as a Peafant. Glo. Weng. You do climb up it now. Look, how Hen fhall I come to th' top of that fame hill? Glo. Methinks, the ground is even. Edg. Horrible steep. Hark, do you hear the fea? Glo. No, truly. [we labour Edg. Why then your other fenfes grow imperfect By your eyes anguish. Glo. So may it be, indeed. Methinks, thy voice is alter'd; and thou speak'st Edg. You're much deceiv'd: in nothing am I chang'd, But in my garments. Glo. Sure, you're better spoken. [fearful Edg. Come on, Sir, here's the place-ftand ftill. How And dizzy 'tis, to caft one's eyes fo low! The crows and choughs, that wing the mid-way air, Left Left my brain turn, and the deficient fight Glo. Set me, where you ftand. Edg. Give me your hand: you're now within a foot. Of th' extream verge: for all below the moon Would I not leap upright. Glo. Let go my hand: Here, friend, 's another purfe, in it a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking. Fairies, and gods, Bid me farewel, and let me hear thee going. [Seems to go. Edg. Why do I trifle thus with his despair? "Tis done to cure it. Glo. O you mighty gods! This world I do renounce; and in your fights Now, fellow, fare thee well. [He leaps and falls along. And yet I know not how conceit may rob The treafury of life, when life itself Yields to the theft. Had he been where he thought, By this, had thought been paft.-Alive or dead? Glo. Away, and let me die. Edg. Had'ft thou been aught but gofs'mer, feathers, air, So many fathom down precipitating, Thou'd'ft fhiver'd like an egg: but thou dost breathe, Haft heavy fubftance, bleed'it not; speak, art found? Ten mafts at each make not the altitude, (47) Which (47) Ten mafts attach'd-] This is Mr. Pope's reading; but I know not from what authority. Mr. Rowe gave it us, ten mafts at leaft Which thou haft perpendicularly fall'n. Glo. But have I fall'n or no? Edg. From the dread fummit of this chalky bourn! Look up a height, the fhrill-gorg'd Lark so far Cannot be feen or heard: do but look up. Glo. Alack, I have no eyes. Is wretchedness depriv'd that benefit, To end itfelf by death? 'twas yet fome comfort, Edg. Give me your arm. Up, fo-how is't? feel you your legs? you ftand. Edg. This is above all ftrangeness. Upon the crown o' th' cliff, what thing was that, Gle. A poor unfortunate beggar. Edg. As I ftood here below, methought, his eyes Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, Horns welk'd, and wav'd like the enridged fea : It was fome fiend. Therefore, thou happy father, Think, that the clearest gods, who make them honours (48) Of men's impoffibilities, have preferv'd thee. Glo. I do remember now: henceforth I'll bear Affliction, 'till it do cry out itself, Enough, enough, and die. That thing you speak of, The fiend, the fiend-he led me to that place. Enter Lear, dress'd madly with florvers. But who comes here? leaft-a -a poor, dragging expreffion. All the old copies read, as I have reftor'd in the text, ten mafts at each. 'Tis certain, 'tis a bold phrafe, but I dare warrant, it was our author's; and means ten mafts placed at the extremity of each other. (48) Think, that the dearest gods-] This too is Mr. Pope's reading. All the authentic copies have it, cleareft gods; i. e. open, and righte ous, in their dealings. So, our author again, in his Timon ; Roots, ye clear beav'ns! The |