King LearBroadview Press, 2010 M07 10 - 240 pages The text of the play included here, prepared by Craig Walker for The Broadview Anthology of British Literature, has been acclaimed for its outstanding introductory material and annotations, and for its inclusion of parellel text versions of key scenes for which the texts of the Quarto and the Folio versions of the play are substantially different. Also included in this edition are excerpts from a variety of literary source materials (including Geoffrey on Monmouth’s Historia Regum Britanniae, the anonymous True Chronicle Historie of King Leir, and Samuel Harsnett’s A Declaration of Egregious Popish Impostures); material on the historical Annesley case that raised many of the same issues as does Shakespeare’s play; and the happy ending from Nahum Tate’s version of the play, which held the stage for 150 years after its first performance in 1681. |
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... thou my sometime° daughter. former Kent. Good my Liege—Lear. Peace, Kent! Come not between the dragon1 and his wrath. I loved her most, and thought to set my rest2 On her kind nursery. Hence, and avoid my sight! So be my grave, my peace ...
... thou do, old man? Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak, When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound, When Majesty falls to folly. Reserve thy state;2 And in thy best consideration check° stop This hideous ...
... thou dost evil. Lear. Hear me, recreant°; on thine allegiance, hear me! apostate That thou hast sought to make us break our vows, Which we durst° never yet; and with dared strained° pride, forced To come betwixt our sentences, and our ...
... thou had'st Not been born, than not t'have pleased me better. France. Is it but this? A tardiness in nature,6 Which often leaves the history unspoke That it intends to do. My Lord of Burgundy, What say you to the lady? Love's not love ...
... Thou losest here, a better where to find. Lear. Thou hast her France; let her be 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.° Come, noble ...