King Lear: A Tragedy : in Five ActsLongworths, at the Dramatic Repository, Shakspeare-Gallery, 1811 - 70 |
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Strona 15
... sleep till I wake him , you should enjoy half his pos sessions , and live beloved of your brother . Sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy Half his possessions -Edgar to write this ' Gainst his indulgent father ! death and hell ! Fly ...
... sleep till I wake him , you should enjoy half his pos sessions , and live beloved of your brother . Sleep till I waked him , you should enjoy Half his possessions -Edgar to write this ' Gainst his indulgent father ! death and hell ! Fly ...
Strona 25
... sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . Farewell t'ye , sir . [ exit Gloster into the castle Good king , that must ... ( sleeps ) SCENE III - a forest . enter EDGAR . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd , And by the friendly hollow of a tree ...
... sleep out , the rest I'll whistle . Farewell t'ye , sir . [ exit Gloster into the castle Good king , that must ... ( sleeps ) SCENE III - a forest . enter EDGAR . Edg . I heard myself proclaim'd , And by the friendly hollow of a tree ...
Strona 28
... sleep to death . enter CORNWALL , REGAN , captain of the guards , and attendants from the castle . Oh ! are you come ? Corn . Health to the king ! Reg . I am glad to see your highness . Lear . Regan , I think you are ; I know what cause ...
... sleep to death . enter CORNWALL , REGAN , captain of the guards , and attendants from the castle . Oh ! are you come ? Corn . Health to the king ! Reg . I am glad to see your highness . Lear . Regan , I think you are ; I know what cause ...
Strona 38
... sleep . ( 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 ...
... sleep . ( 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 ...
Strona 43
... relieves poor Tom , that sleeps on the nettle , with the hedgehog for his pillow ? Whilst Smug ply'd the bellows , She truck'd with her fellows ; The freckle - faced Mab Was a blouse and a drab , Yet Swithin made Act III KING LEAR.
... relieves poor Tom , that sleeps on the nettle , with the hedgehog for his pillow ? Whilst Smug ply'd the bellows , She truck'd with her fellows ; The freckle - faced Mab Was a blouse and a drab , Yet Swithin made Act III KING LEAR.
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Albany's Aranthe arms art thou attendants better blood brother Burgundy Caius can'st captain Carpender chol'ric cold Cord Cordelia Corn daugh daughter dear death despatch disguise dost thou duke of ALBANY duke of Cornwall earl of Gloster enter EDGAR enter EDMUND enter GLOSTER enter KENT enter king LEAR enter OSWALD exeunt exit Edgar eyes father fellow fond fortune foul fiend Geoffrey of Monmouth give Glost Gloster's castle gods Goneril grace hand Harvard College head hear heart heaven injured knave kneel knights liege lord madam majesty nature palace pardon pity poor poor Tom Regan royal SCENE seized Shakspeare sight sister slave sleep speak sword tears tell tender there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thunder traitor trumpets twas twill villain weep west saxons Whilst wilt winds wretched Edgar wrong'd Wroughton
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Strona 17 - 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.
Strona 45 - 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.
Strona 42 - 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...
Strona 16 - 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...
Strona 5 - 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...
Strona 10 - 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.
Strona 24 - 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.
Strona 28 - Lear. Then let them anatomize Regan ; see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes these hard hearts?
Strona 56 - 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.
Strona 24 - 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.