King Lear: A Tragedy |
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The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endured, would
have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires : Yet, poor old heart, he help the
heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stem time. Thou shouldst
have ...
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head In hell-black night endured, would
have buoy'd up, And quench'd the stelled fires : Yet, poor old heart, he help the
heavens to rain. If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stem time. Thou shouldst
have ...
66. oldal
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues Have humbled to all
strokes: that I am wretched Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still ! Let
the superfluous and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
...
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues Have humbled to all
strokes: that I am wretched Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still ! Let
the superfluous and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
...
95. oldal
Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead: This judgement of the heavens, that
makes us tremble, Touches us not with pity. [Exit Gentleman. Enter KENT. ' O, is
this he I? The time will not allow the compliment Which very manners urges. Kent.
Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead: This judgement of the heavens, that
makes us tremble, Touches us not with pity. [Exit Gentleman. Enter KENT. ' O, is
this he I? The time will not allow the compliment Which very manners urges. Kent.
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