Shakespeare's Tragedy of King LearGinn & Heath, 1879 - 231 páginas |
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... hearted ungratefulness of a son of his , de- prived not only of his kingdom , but of his sight , the riches which Nature grants to the poorest creatures . By this and other unnatural dealings he hath been driven to such grief 8 KING LEAR .
... hearted ungratefulness of a son of his , de- prived not only of his kingdom , but of his sight , the riches which Nature grants to the poorest creatures . By this and other unnatural dealings he hath been driven to such grief 8 KING LEAR .
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... hath said is true . But , besides , this also is true , that , having had in lawful marriage this son , I was carried by a bastard son of mine , first to mislike , then to hate , lastly to do my best to destroy this son . If I should ...
... hath said is true . But , besides , this also is true , that , having had in lawful marriage this son , I was carried by a bastard son of mine , first to mislike , then to hate , lastly to do my best to destroy this son . If I should ...
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... hath been but rash ; then must we look to receive from his age , not alone the imperfections of long - ingraffed condition , but therewithal the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them . " He is indeed full of ...
... hath been but rash ; then must we look to receive from his age , not alone the imperfections of long - ingraffed condition , but therewithal the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them . " He is indeed full of ...
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... hath to perceive , No soul to dream of . No one can see Cordelia , and be the same he was before , though unconscious the while of taking any thing from her . It is as if she secretly deposited about his person some mys- terious ...
... hath to perceive , No soul to dream of . No one can see Cordelia , and be the same he was before , though unconscious the while of taking any thing from her . It is as if she secretly deposited about his person some mys- terious ...
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... hath been at my charge : I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him , that now I am brazed to't . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper.3 - Do Glos . But I have , sir , a son by ...
... hath been at my charge : I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him , that now I am brazed to't . Do you smell a fault ? Kent . I cannot wish the fault undone , the issue of it being so proper.3 - Do Glos . But I have , sir , a son by ...
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Alack Albany art thou Ben Jonson better Burgundy called character Cord Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughters dear death doth Dover Dowden drama Duke Duke of Albany Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father favour feel follow Fool fortune foul fiend France Gent Gentleman gerundively give Glos Gloster GLOSTER'S Castle gods Goneril grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heavens hence hither honour Kent King Lear kingdom knave lady Lear's lord Macbeth madam matter means mind nature night noble nuncle old copies old King OSWALD passion pity play Poet Poet's poor Poor Tom Pr'ythee pray probably quartos read Regan SCENE seems sense Servants Shakespeare shame sister small vices speak speech stand storm tell thee there's thine thing thou art thought tion traitor unnatural villain virtue wits word
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Página 173 - 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...
Página 189 - 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.
Página 211 - The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Página 74 - ... twixt son and father. This villain of mine comes under the prediction ; there's son against father : the king falls from bias of nature ; there's father against child. We have seen the best of our time : machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.
Página 60 - 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, 1 shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Página 131 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.
Página 90 - 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, Create her child of spleen, that it may live And be a thwart disnatur'd torment to her.
Página 196 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies...
Página 180 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Página 137 - 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.