King LearClassic Books Company, 2001 - 500 pages King Lear, one of Shakespeare's darkest and most savage plays, tells the story of the foolish and Job-like Lear, who divides his kingdom, as he does his affections, according to vanity and whim. Lear's failure as a father engulfs himself and his world in turmoil and tragedy. |
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... poor and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Go Cor. [Aside] What shall Cordelia speak ? Love, and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, 55. and] or Qq. 58. found] friend 'Qq. 58. much as ...
... poor and speech unable ; Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Go Cor. [Aside] What shall Cordelia speak ? Love, and be silent Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, 55. and] or Qq. 58. found] friend 'Qq. 58. much as ...
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... poor Cordelia ! J$ And yet not so, since I am sure my love's More ponderous than my tongue. 74, 75. And...love] One line, Qq. 76. lovis] Q2Ff. loues Qt. 74, alone] all one Q3. 77. ponderous] Ff + , Jen, Ec. Knt, 75. [Aside] Pope. Om ...
... poor Cordelia ! J$ And yet not so, since I am sure my love's More ponderous than my tongue. 74, 75. And...love] One line, Qq. 76. lovis] Q2Ff. loues Qt. 74, alone] all one Q3. 77. ponderous] Ff + , Jen, Ec. Knt, 75. [Aside] Pope. Om ...
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... poor, Most choice forsaken, and most loved despised, 250 Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods ! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed ...
... poor, Most choice forsaken, and most loved despised, 250 Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. Gods, gods ! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect My love should kindle to inflamed ...
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... poor judgement he hath now cast her off appears too grossly. 290 Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his age ; yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. Con. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash ; then must we look from his ...
... poor judgement he hath now cast her off appears too grossly. 290 Reg. 'Tis the infirmity of his age ; yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself. Con. The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash ; then must we look from his ...
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... Poor Sir Thomas ! Woe be to you, if you invade Mr. Warburton's prerogative of coining words for Sh. t One may fairly say here that ' the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of our courtier that it galls his kibe.' But Mr ...
... Poor Sir Thomas ! Woe be to you, if you invade Mr. Warburton's prerogative of coining words for Sh. t One may fairly say here that ' the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of our courtier that it galls his kibe.' But Mr ...
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Page 302 - Pray, do not mock me : I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 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.
Page 160 - We'll no more meet, no more see one another : But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my daughter ; Or rather a, disease that's in my flesh, Which I must needs call mine : thou art a boil, A plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle,
Page 193 - 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 164 - 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. You think I'll weep; No, I'll not weep: I have full cause of weeping; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall go mad ! [Exeunt LEAR, GLOUCESTER, KENT, and FOOL.
Page 184 - 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.
Page 43 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother ? Why bastard ? wherefore base?
Page 18 - 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.] Lear.
Page 8 - Tell me, my daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.
Page 339 - Now the brother shall betray the brother to death, and the father the son; and children shall rise up against their parents, and shall cause them to be put to death.