Shakespeare's King Lear: With Notes, Examination Papers and Plan of PreparationMaynard, Merrill & Company, 1882 - 186 páginas |
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... carefully.- 100 And the noble and true - hearted Kent ban- ished his offence honesty ! - ' Tis strange ! [ Exit . Edm . This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that , when we are sick in fortune 24 ACT I. KING LEAR .
... carefully.- 100 And the noble and true - hearted Kent ban- ished his offence honesty ! - ' Tis strange ! [ Exit . Edm . This is the excellent foppery of the world ! that , when we are sick in fortune 24 ACT I. KING LEAR .
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... Exit EDGAR . A credulous father , and a brother noble , Whose nature is so far from doing harms That he suspects none : on whose foolish honesty [ ness.- My practices ride easy ! -I see the busi- Let me , if not by birth , have lands by ...
... Exit EDGAR . A credulous father , and a brother noble , Whose nature is so far from doing harms That he suspects none : on whose foolish honesty [ ness.- My practices ride easy ! -I see the busi- Let me , if not by birth , have lands by ...
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... [ Exit an Attendant . ] How now , what art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? wouldst thou with us ? What Kent . I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly that will put me in trust ; to love him ...
... [ Exit an Attendant . ] How now , what art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? wouldst thou with us ? What Kent . I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly that will put me in trust ; to love him ...
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... Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clotpoll back . [ Exit a Knight . ] - Where's my fool , ho ? I think the world's asleep.- Re - enter Knight . How now , where's that mongrel ? Knight . He says , my lord , your ...
... Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clotpoll back . [ Exit a Knight . ] - Where's my fool , ho ? I think the world's asleep.- Re - enter Knight . How now , where's that mongrel ? Knight . He says , my lord , your ...
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... [ Exit an Attendant . ] - Go you , call hither my fool.— [ Exit an Attendant . Re - enter STEWARD . O , you sir , you , come you hither , sir : who am I , sir ? Stew . My lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ! my lord's knave : you dog ...
... [ Exit an Attendant . ] - Go you , call hither my fool.— [ Exit an Attendant . Re - enter STEWARD . O , you sir , you , come you hither , sir : who am I , sir ? Stew . My lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ! my lord's knave : you dog ...
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accent adjective adverb Alack Albany arms art thou attasked Attendants beggar better Burgundy Cordelia Corn Cornwall daugh daughter dear death dost thou doth Dover duke DUKE OF ALBANY Duke of Cornwall Edmund English Enter EDGAR Enter GLOSTER Enter KENT Enter LEAR Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool fortune foul fiend France Gent Gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL grace hath hear heart hence hither horse Julius Cæsar King Lear knave lady Lear's look lord madam master means nature night noble noun nuncle o'er Othello phrase pity play plot poison'd poor poor Tom Pr'ythee pray Regan SCENE sense servant Shake Shakespeare sirrah sister slave speak stand Stew Steward sword syllable tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought traitor trumpet verb villain word occurs ΙΟ
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Página 122 - 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...
Página 115 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon' tall anchoring bark, Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight: The murmuring surge. That on th...
Página 9 - And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now. The Princes, France and Burgundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our Court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd.
Página 182 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Página 71 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, 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. You think I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: — I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws Or ere I'll weep. — O fool, I shall go mad!
Página 70 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.
Página 121 - em: Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Página 129 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Página 24 - These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us : though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects : love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies ; in countries, discord ; in palaces, treason ; and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father.
Página 24 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune (often the surfeit of our own behaviour), we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...