Tragedy of King Lear: With Introduction and Notes, Explanatory and Critical, for Use in Schools and ClassesGinn, Heath & Company, 1882 |
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... thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual . What says our second daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife to Cornwall ? Speak . Reg . Sir , I'm made of that self14 metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I find she ...
... thine and Albany's issue Be this perpetual . What says our second daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife to Cornwall ? Speak . Reg . Sir , I'm made of that self14 metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I find she ...
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... thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom ; No less in space , validity , 19 and pleasure , Than that conferr'd on Goneril . — Now , our joy , - Although our last , not least ; to whose young love The vines of ...
... thine hereditary ever Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom ; No less in space , validity , 19 and pleasure , Than that conferr'd on Goneril . — Now , our joy , - Although our last , not least ; to whose young love The vines of ...
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... thine enemies ; 32 nor fear to lose it , Thy safety being the motive . Lear . Out of my sight ! Kent . See better , Lear ; and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.3 33 Lear . Now , by Apollo , - Kent . - Now , by Apollo ...
... thine enemies ; 32 nor fear to lose it , Thy safety being the motive . Lear . Out of my sight ! Kent . See better , Lear ; and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.3 33 Lear . Now , by Apollo , - Kent . - Now , by Apollo ...
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... thine allegiance hear me ! Hear me , recreant ! Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , Which we durst never yet , and with strain'd pride - To come between our sentence and our power , Which nor our nature nor our place can ...
... thine allegiance hear me ! Hear me , recreant ! Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow , Which we durst never yet , and with strain'd pride - To come between our sentence and our power , Which nor our nature nor our place can ...
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... thine ; for we Have no such daughter , nor shall ever see That face of hers again . Therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benison.48 . Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR , BURGUNDY , CORNWALL , ALBANY ...
... thine ; for we Have no such daughter , nor shall ever see That face of hers again . Therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benison.48 . Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt LEAR , BURGUNDY , CORNWALL , ALBANY ...
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Page 140 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 130 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! Fool.
Page 180 - em: Take that of me, my friend, who have the power To seal th' accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes; And, like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
Page 226 - 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...
Page 224 - Not to a rage : patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. You have seen Sunshine and rain at once...
Page 132 - Lear. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand; Thou perjured, and thou simular man of virtue That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake, That under covert and convenient seeming Hast practised on man's life : close pent-up guilts, Rive your concealing continents and cry These dreadful summoners grace.
Page 174 - 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 the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high: — I'll look no more; Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong.