King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Volume 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 - 78 pages |
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... Follow me . My lord , you wait the King , who comes resolv'd To quit the toils of empire , and divide His realms amongst his daughters . Heav'n succeed it ! But much I fear the change . Kent . I grieve to see him . With such wild starts ...
... Follow me . My lord , you wait the King , who comes resolv'd To quit the toils of empire , and divide His realms amongst his daughters . Heav'n succeed it ! But much I fear the change . Kent . I grieve to see him . With such wild starts ...
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... follow'd , And , as my patron , thought on in my pray'rs , - Lear . Away ! the bow is bent , make from the shaft . Kent . [ Rises . ] No , let it fall , and drench within my heart : Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad ; Thy youngest ...
... follow'd , And , as my patron , thought on in my pray'rs , - Lear . Away ! the bow is bent , make from the shaft . Kent . [ Rises . ] No , let it fall , and drench within my heart : Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad ; Thy youngest ...
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... Follow me ; thou shalt serve me . Enter Oswald singing , and passing King Lear carelessly . Now , sir ? Osw . Sir . — Tol de rol , & c . [ Exit singing . Lear . What says the fellow ? call the clodpole back . [ Exeunt Kent and Second ...
... Follow me ; thou shalt serve me . Enter Oswald singing , and passing King Lear carelessly . Now , sir ? Osw . Sir . — Tol de rol , & c . [ Exit singing . Lear . What says the fellow ? call the clodpole back . [ Exeunt Kent and Second ...
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... follow , and attend The leisure of their answer ; which I did : But meeting here that other messenger , Whose welcome I perceiv'd had poison'd mine , Being the very fellow that of late Had shown such rudeness to your highness , I ...
... follow , and attend The leisure of their answer ; which I did : But meeting here that other messenger , Whose welcome I perceiv'd had poison'd mine , Being the very fellow that of late Had shown such rudeness to your highness , I ...
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... follow in a house , where twice so many Have a command t ' attend you ? Reg . What need one ? [ Distant Thunder . Lear . Heav'ns drop your patience down ! You see me here , ye gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age , wretched ...
... follow in a house , where twice so many Have a command t ' attend you ? Reg . What need one ? [ Distant Thunder . Lear . Heav'ns drop your patience down ! You see me here , ye gods , a poor old man , As full of grief as age , wretched ...
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Page 5 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 3 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 36 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 77 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 39 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Page 59 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Page 38 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Page 39 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 35 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...