King Lear: A Tragedy, in Five Acts. Altered as Performed1811 - 72 sider |
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Side 38
... fiend follows me through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind- -mum , go to thy bed and warm thee - ha ! what do I see ? By all my griefs , the poor old king bare headed , And drench'd in this foul storm ! professing syrens , Are all ...
... fiend follows me through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind- -mum , go to thy bed and warm thee - ha ! what do I see ? By all my griefs , the poor old king bare headed , And drench'd in this foul storm ! professing syrens , Are all ...
Side 39
... fiend vexes . Sa , sa ; there I could have him now , and there , and there again . Lear . What , have his daughters brought him to > this pass ? Could'st thou save nothing ? didst thou give them all ? Kent . He has no daughter , sir ...
... fiend vexes . Sa , sa ; there I could have him now , and there , and there again . Lear . What , have his daughters brought him to > this pass ? Could'st thou save nothing ? didst thou give them all ? Kent . He has no daughter , sir ...
Side 40
... fiend rages , eats cow dung for sallads , swallows the old rat and the ditch dog ; that drinks the green mantle off the standing pool ; that's whipt from tything to tything ; that has three suits tą his back , six shirts to his body ...
... fiend rages , eats cow dung for sallads , swallows the old rat and the ditch dog ; that drinks the green mantle off the standing pool ; that's whipt from tything to tything ; that has three suits tą his back , six shirts to his body ...
Side 42
... fiend , and to kill vermin . Lear . Let me ask you a word in private . Kent . His wits are quite unsettled ; good sir , let's force him hence . Glost . Can'st blame him ? his daughters seek his death . This bedlam but disturbs him the ...
... fiend , and to kill vermin . Lear . Let me ask you a word in private . Kent . His wits are quite unsettled ; good sir , let's force him hence . Glost . Can'st blame him ? his daughters seek his death . This bedlam but disturbs him the ...
Side 49
... fiend.- O gods ! and must I still pursue this trade , Trifling beneath such loads of patience ? et Old M. Tis poor mad Tom . Glost . In the late storm I such a fellow saw , Which made me think a man a worm . Where is the lunatic ? Old M ...
... fiend.- O gods ! and must I still pursue this trade , Trifling beneath such loads of patience ? et Old M. Tis poor mad Tom . Glost . In the late storm I such a fellow saw , Which made me think a man a worm . Where is the lunatic ? Old M ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 28 - Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan ; see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?
Side 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.
Side 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.