And living in queen Ragan's court, The eldest of the twain, And most of all his train. For whereas twenty men were wont To wait with bended knee: She gave allowance but to ten, And after scarce to three. So took she all away, He would no longer stay. Am I rewarded thus, quoth he, In giving all I have For what I lately gave? My second child, I know, Will be more kind and pitiful, And will relieve my woe. Full fast he hies then to her court; Where when she hears his moan Return'd him answer, That she griev'd That all his means were gone: Yet if that he would stay What scullions gave away. He made his answer then; Example to all men. Unto my Ragan's court; But in a kinder sort. Where when he came, she gave command To drive him thence away: (She said) he would not stay. Then back again to Gonorell The woeful king did hie, But there of that he was deny'd, Which she had promis'd late: Come after to her gate. He wander'd up and down; That lately wore a crown. And calling to remembrance then His youngest daughter's words, That said, the duty of a child Was all that love affords: Whom he had banish'd so, He bore the wounds of woe: Which made him rend his milk-white locks, And tresses from his head, With age and honour spread: He made his hourly moan, Did seem to sigh and groan. Even thus possest with discontents, He passed o'er to France, To find some gentler chance : Of this her father's grief, Him comfort and relief: And by a train of noble peers, In brave and gallant sort, To Aganis pus' court; So freely gave consent, To fame and courage bent. And so to England came with speed, To repossess king Leir, And drive his daughters from their thrones By his Cordelia dear: Where she, true-hearted noble queen, Was in the battle slain : Possest his crown again. Who died indeed for love She did this battle move ; From whence he never parted :: That was so truely hearted. The lords and nobles when they saw The end of these events, They doomed by consents; Unto the next of kin: And disobedient sin. Johnson.* This ballad, which by no means deserves a place in any edition of Shakspeare, is evidently a most servile pursuit, -not, indeed, of our author's play, which the writer does not appear to bave read, but-of Holinshed's Chronicle, where, as in Geoffrey of Monmouth, the King of France is called Aganippus. I suppose, however, that the performance and celebrity of the play might have set the balladmaker at work, and furnished him with the circumstance of Lear's madness, of which there is no hint either in the historian or the old play. The omission of any other striking incident may be fairly imputed to his want of either genius or information. All he had to do was to spin out a sort of narrative in a sort of verse, to be sung about the streets, and make advantage of the publick curiosity. I much doubt whether any common ballad can be produced anterior to a play upon the same subject, unless in the case of some very recent event. Ritson. |