The Tragedy of King LearMacmillan, 1912 - 195 Seiten |
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Alack Albany Bedlam beggars brother Burgundy Child Rowland Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dear death Doct Dost thou doth Dover Duke Duke of Albany DUKE OF CORNWALL Earl of Gloucester Elizabethan Enter Edgar Enter Gloucester Enter Kent Enter Lear Exeunt Exit eyes father fessor of English fiend see note Flibbertigibbet follow Fool fortune France Gent Gentleman give Glou Gloucester's castle gods Goneril grace hath hear heart heavens Hendiadys hither honour King Lear kingdom knave lady Lear's letter look lord lov'd madam master nature night noble nuncle Othello Ph.D pity play poison'd poor pray Prithee Professor of English Q omits Regan SCENE Servants Shakespeare shame sirrah sister slave speak stand Steward Oswald storm sword tell thee There's thine thou art thou dost traitor trumpet villain weep WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON
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Seite 77 - 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.
Seite 69 - 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...
Seite 21 - O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing; here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful! 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 despis'd...
Seite 86 - Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing 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...
Seite 61 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : 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 yond 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 ;...
Seite 27 - 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.
Seite 15 - 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.
Seite ii - 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...
Seite 15 - O, reason not the need : our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous : Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Seite 86 - 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 well 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: and well wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones That ebb and flow by the moon.