King Lear: A Tragedy : in Five ActsLongworths, at the Dramatic Repository, Shakspeare-Gallery, 1811 - 70 стор. |
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... poor as the king . Lear . If thou be as poor for a subject , as he is for a king , thou art poor enough — Dost thou know me , fellow ? Kent . No , sir ; but you have that in your counte- nance , which I would fain call master . Lear ...
... poor as the king . Lear . If thou be as poor for a subject , as he is for a king , thou art poor enough — Dost thou know me , fellow ? Kent . No , sir ; but you have that in your counte- nance , which I would fain call master . Lear ...
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... Poor Tryligood ! poor Tom ! That's something yet . Edgar I am no more . Lexit SCENE IV - before the earl of Gloster's castle - KENT discovered , in the stocks still . enter king LEAR and his knights . Lear . Tis strange , that they ...
... Poor Tryligood ! poor Tom ! That's something yet . Edgar I am no more . Lexit SCENE IV - before the earl of Gloster's castle - KENT discovered , in the stocks still . enter king LEAR and his knights . Lear . Tis strange , that they ...
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... poor old man , As full of grief as age , wretched in both ! - If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me not so much To bear it tamely ! touch me with noble anger ! O , let not women's weapons , water ...
... poor old man , As full of grief as age , wretched in both ! - If it be you that stir these daughters ' hearts Against their father , fool me not so much To bear it tamely ! touch me with noble anger ! O , let not women's weapons , water ...
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... poor slight cov'ring on his aged head , Exposed to this wild war of earth and heaven . ( thunder ) Lear . Rumble thy fill fight whirlwind , rain and fire ! Not fire , wind , rain , or thunder , are my daughters : I tax not you , ye ...
... poor slight cov'ring on his aged head , Exposed to this wild war of earth and heaven . ( thunder ) Lear . Rumble thy fill fight whirlwind , rain and fire ! Not fire , wind , rain , or thunder , are my daughters : I tax not you , ye ...
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... poor knave , Cold as I am at heart , I've one place there That's sorry yet for thee . [ rain - thunder - lightning - exeunt SCENE II - a room in Gloster's castle . enter EDMUND . Edm . The storm is in our louder rev'lings drown'd . Thus ...
... poor knave , Cold as I am at heart , I've one place there That's sorry yet for thee . [ rain - thunder - lightning - exeunt SCENE II - a room in Gloster's castle . enter EDMUND . Edm . The storm is in our louder rev'lings drown'd . Thus ...
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Albany's Aranthe arms art thou attendants better blood brother Burgundy Caius can'st captain Carpender chol'ric cold Cord Cordelia Corn daugh daughter dear death despatch disguise dost thou duke of ALBANY duke of Cornwall earl of Gloster enter EDGAR enter EDMUND enter GLOSTER enter KENT enter king LEAR enter OSWALD exeunt exit Edgar eyes father fellow fond fortune foul fiend Geoffrey of Monmouth give Glost Gloster's castle gods Goneril grace hand Harvard College head hear heart heaven injured knave kneel knights liege lord madam majesty nature palace pardon pity poor poor Tom Regan royal SCENE seized Shakspeare sight sister slave sleep speak sword tears tell tender there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thunder traitor trumpets twas twill villain weep west saxons Whilst wilt winds wretched Edgar wrong'd Wroughton
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Сторінка 17 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Сторінка 45 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward ; and, to deal plainly, I fear, I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks, I should know you, and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful : for I am mainly ignorant What place this is : and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night : Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Сторінка 42 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Сторінка 16 - If you do love old men, if your sweet sway Allow obedience, if yourselves are old, Make it your cause ; send down, and take my part...
Сторінка 5 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Сторінка 10 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Сторінка 24 - But I will punish home : No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out ! Pour on ; I will endure. In such a night as this ! O Regan, Goneril ! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all, — O, that way madness lies ; let me shun that ; No more of that.
Сторінка 28 - Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan ; see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?
Сторінка 56 - Our drooping Country now erects her Head, Peace spreads her balmy Wings, and Plenty Blooms. Divine Cordelia, all the Gods can witness How much thy Love to Empire I prefer! Thy bright Example shall convince the World (Whatever Storms of Fortune are decreed) That Truth and Vertue shall at last succeed.
Сторінка 24 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.