King Lear: A Tragedy : in Five ActsLongworths, at the Dramatic Repository, Shakspeare-Gallery, 1811 - 70 pages |
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... wit about me , drew ; On which he raised the house with coward cries : - This was the trespass , which your son and daughter Thought worth the shame you see it suffer here . Lear Oh this spleen swells upwards to my heart , And heaves ...
... wit about me , drew ; On which he raised the house with coward cries : - This was the trespass , which your son and daughter Thought worth the shame you see it suffer here . Lear Oh this spleen swells upwards to my heart , And heaves ...
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... wits begin to turn.- Come on , my boy ; how dost , my boy ? art cold ? I'm cold myself ; show me this straw , my fellow ; The art of our necessity is strange , And can make vile things precious.- My poor knave , Cold as I am at heart ...
... wits begin to turn.- Come on , my boy ; how dost , my boy ? art cold ? I'm cold myself ; show me this straw , my fellow ; The art of our necessity is strange , And can make vile things precious.- My poor knave , Cold as I am at heart ...
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... wits ! Tom's a cold . Bless thee from whirlwinds , star blasting , and taking ! do poor Tom some charity , whom the foul fiend vexes . Sa , sa ; there I could have him now , and there , and there again . Lear . What , have his daughters ...
... wits ! Tom's a cold . Bless thee from whirlwinds , star blasting , and taking ! do poor Tom some charity , whom the foul fiend vexes . Sa , sa ; there I could have him now , and there , and there again . Lear . What , have his daughters ...
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... wits , good heaven ! Lear . One point I had forgot ; what is your name ! Edg . Poor Tom , that eats the swimming frog , the wall - newt and the water - newt ; that in the fury of his heart , when the foul fiend rages , eats cow dung for ...
... wits , good heaven ! Lear . One point I had forgot ; what is your name ! Edg . Poor Tom , that eats the swimming frog , the wall - newt and the water - newt ; that in the fury of his heart , when the foul fiend rages , eats cow dung for ...
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... 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 more ; fellow be- gone . Edg . Child Rowland to the dark tower came , His word was ...
... 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 more ; fellow be- gone . Edg . Child Rowland to the dark tower came , His word was ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 28 - Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan ; see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?
Page 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.
Page 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.