King LearW. A. Moore and C. S. Bernard, 1860 - 58 pages |
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... Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter Kent , disguised , l.h. Kent . Now , banish'd Kent , if thou can'st pay thy duty , In this disguise , where thou dost stand condemn'd , Thy master Lear shall find thee full of labors . ( Retires a little ...
... Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter Kent , disguised , l.h. Kent . Now , banish'd Kent , if thou can'st pay thy duty , In this disguise , where thou dost stand condemn'd , Thy master Lear shall find thee full of labors . ( Retires a little ...
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... Duke ! —Prepare my horses . — Was this your will ? Who stirs ! [ Exit Knight , LH . Alb . What , sir ? Lear . Death ! fifty of my followers at a clap ? Alb . The matter , madam ? ( To Goneril . ) Gon . Never afflict yourself to know the ...
... Duke ! —Prepare my horses . — Was this your will ? Who stirs ! [ Exit Knight , LH . Alb . What , sir ? Lear . Death ! fifty of my followers at a clap ? Alb . The matter , madam ? ( To Goneril . ) Gon . Never afflict yourself to know the ...
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... Duke of Cornwall . Something might shew you a favorer of Duke Albany's party ? Edg . Nothing ; why ask you ? Edm . Because he's coming here to night in haste , And Regan with him . Edg . Let him come on ; I'll stay and clear myself ...
... Duke of Cornwall . Something might shew you a favorer of Duke Albany's party ? Edg . Nothing ; why ask you ? Edm . Because he's coming here to night in haste , And Regan with him . Edg . Let him come on ; I'll stay and clear myself ...
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... duke my patron comes to night ; By his authority I will proclaim Rewards for him that brings him to the stake , And death for the concealer ; ( 1 ) Frighted . Then of my lands , loyal and natural boy , KING LEAR . 17.
... duke my patron comes to night ; By his authority I will proclaim Rewards for him that brings him to the stake , And death for the concealer ; ( 1 ) Frighted . Then of my lands , loyal and natural boy , KING LEAR . 17.
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William Shakespeare. Flourish of Trumpets . Enter Duke of Cornwall , Regan , Captain of the Guard , Attendants , Gloster and Edmund , from the Gates , l.h. Glost . All welcome to your graces , you do me honor . Corn . Gloster , we have ...
William Shakespeare. Flourish of Trumpets . Enter Duke of Cornwall , Regan , Captain of the Guard , Attendants , Gloster and Edmund , from the Gates , l.h. Glost . All welcome to your graces , you do me honor . Corn . Gloster , we have ...
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1st Knight 2d Knight Albany Albany's art thou brother Burgundy C. S. BERNARD Captain child chol'ric Cord Cordelia Corn Crosses to R.H. dark daughter dear disguise dost thou Drums Duke of Cornwall Earl of Gloster's EDWIN FORREST Enter EDGAR Enter EDMUND Enter GLOSTER Enter KING LEAR Enter OSWALD Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fellow fortune foul fiend Glos Gloster's Castle gods Goneril grace Guard hand HARVARD COLLEGE head hear heart heaven Horse i'th Irish Kent knave Kneels Ladies letter lord madam Maid Marriage master Methinks nature Office Padd Phys Physician Pinfold placket poor poor Tom pray PROMPT BOOK R.H SCENE R.H. Edm rain Regan royal servant shew sight sister speak storm sword tell thine thou art thunder traitor Trumpet sounds villain weep Whilst Wife wilt winds wretched
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Page 47 - is Gloster. Thou must be patient ; we came crying hither ; Thou know'st, the first time that we taste the air, "We wail and cry. I'll preach to thee : mark me. Edg. Break, lab'ring heart ! Lear. When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. Enter PHYSICIAN and two Knights,
Page 44 - bark Seems lessened to her cock ; her cock, a buoy Almost too small for sight; the murm'ring surge Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn, and the disorder make me Tumble down headlong. Glos. Set me where you stand.
Page 51 - I am a very foolish, fond old man, Fourscore and upward; and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Cor. Nay, then, farewell to patience ! Witness for me Ye mighty pow'rs, I ne'er complained till now ! Lear. Methinks, I should know you, and
Page 51 - Yet I am doubtful; for I'm mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments ; nor do I know Where I did sleep last night.—Pray, do not mock me ; For, as I am a man, I think that lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 37 - it not pleasant to have a thousand with red-hot spits come hissing in upon them ? . Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. Come, march to wakes, and fairs, and market towns. Edg. Tom will throw his head at 'em : 'vaunt, ye curs ! Be thy mouth or black, or white,
Page 28 - 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, (1) Or ere I'll weep.— (Rain and thunder.) 0, gods, I shall go mad ! [Exeunt, King Lear, Kent, and the Knights, LH — Cornwall, Regan,
Page 13 - dinary men are fit for, I am qualified in ; and the best of me, is diligence. Lear. How old art thou ? Kent. Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing ; nor so old, to dote on her for any thing ; I have years on my back forty-eight. Lear. Thy name ? Kent.
Page 29 - never gave you kingdoms, called you children ; You owe me no obedience.—Then let fall Your horrible pleasure !—Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.— (Rain, thunder, and lightning.) Yet I will call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battle 'gainst a head So old and white
Page 27 - Let shame come when it will, I do not call it; I do not bid the thunder-bearer strike, Nor tell tales of thee to avenging heaven. Mend when thou canst: be better at thy leisure ;— I can be patient, I can stay with Regan, 1, and my hundred knights. Reg.
Page 38 - what is the cause of thunder? Glost. Beseech you, sir, go with me. Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. What is your study ? Edg. How to prevent the fiend, and to kill vermin. Lear. Let me ask you a word in private Kent. His wits are quite unsettled ; good sir, let's