King Lear: A Tragedy, in Five Acts. Altered as Performed |
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16. oldal
... to fight when I can't choose, and to eat no fish. Ilear. I say, what art thou ? Kent.
A very honest hearted fellow, and as poor as the king. Lear. If thou be as poor for
a subject, as he is for a king, thou art poor enough-Dost thou know me, fellow P ...
... to fight when I can't choose, and to eat no fish. Ilear. I say, what art thou ? Kent.
A very honest hearted fellow, and as poor as the king. Lear. If thou be as poor for
a subject, as he is for a king, thou art poor enough-Dost thou know me, fellow P ...
38. oldal
(thunder) Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That 'bide the pelting of this
pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Sustain this
shock? your raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ? oh, I have ...
(thunder) Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That 'bide the pelting of this
pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides Sustain this
shock? your raggedness defend you From seasons such as these ? oh, I have ...
39. oldal
inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor? bless thy five 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,
...
inched bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor? bless thy five 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,
...
44. oldal
Alack, madam a poor wandering lunatic. Cord. And yet his language seem'd but
now, well temper'd. - Speak, friend, to one more wretched than thyself; And if thou
hast one interval of sense, Inform us, if thou canst, where we may find A poor ...
Alack, madam a poor wandering lunatic. Cord. And yet his language seem'd but
now, well temper'd. - Speak, friend, to one more wretched than thyself; And if thou
hast one interval of sense, Inform us, if thou canst, where we may find A poor ...
49. oldal
Edg. A charity for poor Tom.—Play fair, and defly the foul fiend.— O gods ! and
must I still pursue this trade, Trifling beneath such loads of patience? Old M. Tis
poor mad Tom. Glost. In the late storm I such a fellow saw, Which made me think
a ...
Edg. A charity for poor Tom.—Play fair, and defly the foul fiend.— O gods ! and
must I still pursue this trade, Trifling beneath such loads of patience? Old M. Tis
poor mad Tom. Glost. In the late storm I such a fellow saw, Which made me think
a ...
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Alö Aran Aranthe art thou attendants better bleed Bless blood brother Burgundy Caius captain Carpender castle cold Cord Cordelia Corn Cornwall dark daugh daughter dear death despatch disguise dost thou duke of ALBANY duke of Cornwall earl of Gloster's Edmund enter EDGAR enter KENT enter king LEAR ereunt erit exit eyes father fellow fortune foul fiend Geoffrey of Monmouth give Gloster gods Goneril grace hand Harvard College head hear heart heaven Ilear injured knave kneel knights know'st liege lord madam Methinks nature Oswald pardon pity poor poor Tom pray rain—thunder—lightning Regan Rent royal scene seize Shakspeare sight sister slave sleep speak sword tears tell thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thunder traitor trumpet trust twas twill villain weep west saxons Whilst winds wretched wrong’d
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25. oldal - 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.
53. oldal - 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.
50. oldal - 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...
24. oldal - 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...
13. oldal - 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...
10. oldal - 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.
32. oldal - 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.
36. oldal - Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan ; see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?
64. oldal - 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.
32. oldal - 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.