Shakespeare's Tragedy of King LearGinn & Heath, 1879 - 231 páginas |
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... sense of the term a history : it is a tragedy , and nothing else ; and as such is as free of chronological circumscriptions as human nature itself . The historical or legendary matter , be it more or less , neither shapes nor guides the ...
... sense of the term a history : it is a tragedy , and nothing else ; and as such is as free of chronological circumscriptions as human nature itself . The historical or legendary matter , be it more or less , neither shapes nor guides the ...
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... sense of the term , they have none in the legend ; and the Poet invested them with characters suitable to the part they were believed to have acted . Whatever of soul these beings possess is all in the head : they have no heart to guide ...
... sense of the term , they have none in the legend ; and the Poet invested them with characters suitable to the part they were believed to have acted . Whatever of soul these beings possess is all in the head : they have no heart to guide ...
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... sense of the term , but in the old historic sense ; that is , one in whom the intellect owns no allegiance to the conscience . No awe of Duty , no religious fear to do or think wrong , is allowed to repress or abridge his freedom of ...
... sense of the term , but in the old historic sense ; that is , one in whom the intellect owns no allegiance to the conscience . No awe of Duty , no religious fear to do or think wrong , is allowed to repress or abridge his freedom of ...
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... sense of a wrong done prompts him to bind the act with an oath ; that is , because he ought not to have driven the nail , there- fore he clinches it . This action of mind is indeed abnormal , and belongs to what may be termed the border ...
... sense of a wrong done prompts him to bind the act with an oath ; that is , because he ought not to have driven the nail , there- fore he clinches it . This action of mind is indeed abnormal , and belongs to what may be termed the border ...
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... sense of having done her wrong sticks fast in his heart , and will not let him rest . And his remorse on this score renders him the more sensitive to the wrongs that are done him by others . He could better endure the malice of his ...
... sense of having done her wrong sticks fast in his heart , and will not let him rest . And his remorse on this score renders him the more sensitive to the wrongs that are done him by others . He could better endure the malice of his ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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.