The Tragedies of William Shakespeare: With Introd. Studies ...H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1912 - 547 |
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Strona 379
... Edgar's rhymed soliloquy at the end of Act III , Scene vi , is not from Shakespeare's hand , and - perhaps with more probability that the last two lines of Act I , and the Fool's prophecy at the end of Act III , Scene ii , are additions ...
... Edgar's rhymed soliloquy at the end of Act III , Scene vi , is not from Shakespeare's hand , and - perhaps with more probability that the last two lines of Act I , and the Fool's prophecy at the end of Act III , Scene ii , are additions ...
Strona 382
... unfaltering fidelity of Kent , the championship of right by Edgar , the distracted yet exquisite loyalty of Lear's poor boy ' , and the very heart of Dante's Rose of the 6 Blessed ' in Cordelia's love . And as for Lear 382 KING LEAR.
... unfaltering fidelity of Kent , the championship of right by Edgar , the distracted yet exquisite loyalty of Lear's poor boy ' , and the very heart of Dante's Rose of the 6 Blessed ' in Cordelia's love . And as for Lear 382 KING LEAR.
Strona 383
... Edgar is her fellow worker for good . The play is much more than a drama which may be classed under the rubric La Famille ' . The whole of humanity , as far as it is here represented , is divided into the com- batants who take the side ...
... Edgar is her fellow worker for good . The play is much more than a drama which may be classed under the rubric La Famille ' . The whole of humanity , as far as it is here represented , is divided into the com- batants who take the side ...
Strona 384
... a century . He rectified what was wanting in the regularity and probability of the tale , he informs us , by running through the whole a love betwixt Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he 384 KING LEAR.
... a century . He rectified what was wanting in the regularity and probability of the tale , he informs us , by running through the whole a love betwixt Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he 384 KING LEAR.
Strona 385
With Introd. Studies ... William Shakespeare, Edward Dowden. Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he too was irregular , but Tate could not feel the heart- rending notes of Shakespeare's violin . It was in this version that ...
With Introd. Studies ... William Shakespeare, Edward Dowden. Edgar and Cordelia . The Fool disappears ; perhaps he too was irregular , but Tate could not feel the heart- rending notes of Shakespeare's violin . It was in this version that ...
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