The History of King Lear: As it is Performed at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden, Volum 2R. Baldwin, 1768 - 71 sider |
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... charge . Kent . I cannot conceive you . Glo . Sir , this young fellow's mother had , indeed , a fon for her cradle , ere fhe had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wifh the fault undone , the iffue of it ...
... charge . Kent . I cannot conceive you . Glo . Sir , this young fellow's mother had , indeed , a fon for her cradle , ere fhe had a husband for her bed . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wifh the fault undone , the iffue of it ...
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... charge of a ftar ! I fhould have been what I am , had the maidenlieft ftar in the firmament twinkled on my Bastardizing . To him , Enter Edgar . Pat ! he comes , like the catastrophe of the old co- medy ; my cue is villainous melancholy ...
... charge of a ftar ! I fhould have been what I am , had the maidenlieft ftar in the firmament twinkled on my Bastardizing . To him , Enter Edgar . Pat ! he comes , like the catastrophe of the old co- medy ; my cue is villainous melancholy ...
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... charges home My unprovided body , lanc'd my arm ; Till at length gafted by the noife I made , Full fuddenly he fled . Glo . Let him fly far ; Not in this land fhall he remain uncaught . The noble duke , My worthy and arch patron , comes ...
... charges home My unprovided body , lanc'd my arm ; Till at length gafted by the noife I made , Full fuddenly he fled . Glo . Let him fly far ; Not in this land fhall he remain uncaught . The noble duke , My worthy and arch patron , comes ...
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... charge and danger Speak ' gainft fo great a number : how in one house Should many people under two commands . Hold amity ? ' Tis hard , almoft impoffible . Gon . Why might not you , my lord , receive at- tendance From thofe that the ...
... charge and danger Speak ' gainft fo great a number : how in one house Should many people under two commands . Hold amity ? ' Tis hard , almoft impoffible . Gon . Why might not you , my lord , receive at- tendance From thofe that the ...
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... charge ; Line well your ranks , and stand on your award . To night repofe you ; and i'th ' morn we'll give The fun a fight that fhall be worth his rifing . SCENE , a Valley near the Camp . Enter Edgar and Glocefter . [ Exeunt . Edg ...
... charge ; Line well your ranks , and stand on your award . To night repofe you ; and i'th ' morn we'll give The fun a fight that fhall be worth his rifing . SCENE , a Valley near the Camp . Enter Edgar and Glocefter . [ Exeunt . Edg ...
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Againſt Alack Albany anſwer art thou Baft Baftard baſe beſt Blefs brother Burgundy buſineſs caufe Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dear diſpatch Dover Duke Duke of Albany Duke of Cornwall Earl Edmund Enter Edgar Enter Glocefter Enter Steward Exeunt Exit eyes father feek feem fellow fervant ferve fervices fhall fhame fhould fifter fight fince firft flave fleep fome fool fortune foul fiend fpeak France ftand ftill ftrange fuch fuffer fword Gent give Glo'fter Glocefter's gods Gonerill hath heart heav'n highneſs hither houſe i'th inform'd itſelf juftice Kent king King Lear knave lefs letter lord madam mafter meffenger moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature night Phyf pleaſure poor poor Tom pray purpoſe Regan SCENE ſhall ſpeak Stew thee thefe theſe thine traitor villain where's whofe Whoſe worfe wretched yourſelf
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Side 60 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 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.
Side 4 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Side 34 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Side 56 - 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...
Side 61 - t please your highness walk ? Lear. You must bear with me. Pray you now, forget and forgive : I am old and foolish.
Side 33 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, 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. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Side 54 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Side 33 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Side 52 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Side 33 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.