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The harmony of this peace. The vision
The imperial Cesar, should again unite
Cym. Laud we the gods;
And let our crooked smokes climb to their
From our bless'd altars! Publish we this peace To all our subjects. Set we forward: Let
A Roman and a British ensign wave
BY WILLIAM COLLINS.
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb,
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet, of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here,
And melting virgins own their love. No wither'd witch shall here be seen,
No goblins lead their nightly crew: The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew. The red-breast oft at evening hours Shall kindly lend his little aid, With hoary moss, and gather'd flowers, To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds and beating rain. In tempests shake the sylvan cell: Or midst the chase on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell, Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed: Belov'd, till life could charm no more; And mourn'd, till pily's self be dead.
LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.
THE subject of this interesting tragedy, which was probably written in 1605, is derived from an old historical ballad, founded on a story in Holinshed's Chronicles, and originally told by Geoffery of Monmouth. "Leir (says the Welsh historian) was the eldest son of Bladud, nobly governed his country for sixty years, and died about 800 years before Christ." Camden tells a similar story of Isra, king of the West Saxons, and his three daughters.---The episode of Gloster and his sons is taken from Sidney's Arcadia. Tate,the laureat, greatly altered, and in a degree polished this play, inserting new scenes or passages, and transposing or omitting others in particular, he avoided its original heart-rending catastrophe, by which the virtue of Cordelia was suffered to perish in a just cause, contrary to the natural ideas of justice, to the hope of the reader, and to the facts of the ancient narrative. He also introduced Edgar to the audience as the suitor of Cordelia, cancelling the excellent scene in which, after being rejected as dowerless, by Burgundy, her misfortunes and her goodness recommend her to the love of the king of France. Yet the restauration of the king, and the final happiness of Cordelia, have been censured (in the Spectator especially) as at variance with true tragic feeling aud poetical beauty: although it may fairly be presumed, since mankind naturally love justice, that an attention to its dictates will never make a play worse, and that an audience will generally rise more satisfied where persecuted virtue is rewarded and triumphant. Lear's struggles against his accumulated injuries, and his own strong feelings of sorrow and indignation, are exquisitely drawn. The daughters severally working him up to madness, and his finally falling a martyr to that malady, is a more deep and skilful combination of dramatic portraiture than can be found in any other writer. "There is no play (says Dr. Johnson,) which keeps the attention so constantly fixed; which so much agitates our passions and interests our curiosity." The celebrated Dr. Warton, who minutely criticised this play in the Adventurer, objected to the instances of cruelty, as too savage and too shocking. But Johnson observes, that the barbarity of the daughters is an historical fact, to which Shakspeare has added little, although he cannot so readily apologize for the extrusion of Gloster's eyes, which is too horrid an act for dramatic exhibition, and such as must always compel the mind to relieve its distresses by incredulity. Colman, as well as Tate, re-modelled this celebrated Drama, but it is acted, with trifling variations, on the original plan of the latter.
Kent. Is not this your son, my lord?
SCENE I-A Room of State in King LEAR'S charge: I have so often blush'd to acknowledge
him, that now I am brazed to it.
Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed; and had, indeed, Sir, a sou for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault? Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.
Glo. But I have, Sir, a son, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer Handsome.
In my account: thongh this knave came some- | No less in space, validity, and pleasure, what saucily into the world before he was sent Than that confirm'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy, for, yet his mother was fair; there was good Although the last, not least; to whose young sport at his making, and the whoreson must be love acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund ?
Edm. No, my lord.
The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be interess'd: what can you say, to draw
Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him here- A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. after as my honourable friend.
Edm. My services to your lordship.
Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better.
Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving.
Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again :-The king is coming. [Trumpets sound within Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the lords of France and BurGloster. [gundy, Glo. I shall, my liege. [Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUND. Lear. Meantime we shall express our darker
Give me the map there.-Know, that we have divided,
In three, our kingdom and 'tis our fast intent
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy,
Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, [daughters, And here are to be answer'd.-Tell me, my (Since now we will divest us, both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state,) Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most ? That we our largest bounty may extend Where merit doth most challenge it.-Goneril, Our eldest-born, speak first.
Gon. Sir, I
Do love you more than words can wield the
Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Cor. What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be [Aside. Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
Cor. Nothing, my lord. Lear. Nothing?
Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak again.
Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
Lest it may mar your fortunes.
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me: I
Half my love with him, half my care, and duty :
Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Lear. So young, and so untender ?
Lear. Let it be so.-Thy truth then be thy dower :
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun;
Or he that makes his generation | messes
Kent. Good my liege,
Lear. Peace, Kent!
Come not between the dragon and his wrath:
Call Burgundy,-Cornwall and Albany,
Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
issue Be this perpetual.-What says our second By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode [retain Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak. Make with you by due turns. Only we still Reg. I am made of that self metal as my The name, and all the additions ¶ to a king; sister,