The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 33University Society, 1901 |
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... ATTENDANT ON CORDELIA . A HERALD . SERVANTS TO CORNWAll . GONERIL : REGAN : DAUGHTERS TO LEAR . CORDELIA : KNIGHTS OF LEAR'S TRAIN , CAPTAINS , MESSENGERS , SOLDIERS , ATTENDANTS . SCENE - Britain . + PR2753 446 ان : THE TRAGEDY OF KING ...
... ATTENDANT ON CORDELIA . A HERALD . SERVANTS TO CORNWAll . GONERIL : REGAN : DAUGHTERS TO LEAR . CORDELIA : KNIGHTS OF LEAR'S TRAIN , CAPTAINS , MESSENGERS , SOLDIERS , ATTENDANTS . SCENE - Britain . + PR2753 446 ان : THE TRAGEDY OF KING ...
Page 280
... Attendants . LEAR . Let me not stay a jot for dinner ; go get it ready . [ Exit an Attendant . ] How now ! what art thou ? KENT . A man , Sir . ΤΟ LEAR . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? KENT . I do profess to be no ...
... Attendants . LEAR . Let me not stay a jot for dinner ; go get it ready . [ Exit an Attendant . ] How now ! what art thou ? KENT . A man , Sir . ΤΟ LEAR . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? KENT . I do profess to be no ...
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... Attendants . GENT . O , here he is : lay hand upon him . Sir , Your most dear daughter- LEAR . No rescue ? What , a prisoner ? I am even The natural fool of Fortune . Use me well ; You shall have ransom . I am cut to the brains . GENT ...
... Attendants . GENT . O , here he is : lay hand upon him . Sir , Your most dear daughter- LEAR . No rescue ? What , a prisoner ? I am even The natural fool of Fortune . Use me well ; You shall have ransom . I am cut to the brains . GENT ...
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