King Lear: A TragedyW. and J. Richardson, and sold by B. White, 1770 - 207 pages |
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... eyes are trodden out by Corn- wall . In a fcuffle between a fervant ( who ftands up for Glo . ) and Cornwall , the latter is mortally wounded , and the former killed by Regan on the fpot . Glo . perceives that his fon Edg . is abufed ...
... eyes are trodden out by Corn- wall . In a fcuffle between a fervant ( who ftands up for Glo . ) and Cornwall , the latter is mortally wounded , and the former killed by Regan on the fpot . Glo . perceives that his fon Edg . is abufed ...
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... eye - fight , space , and liberty ; Beyond what can be valued rich or rare ; No less than life , with grace , health , beauty , honour ; i The qu's read confirming . k The qu's read years for ftrengths . 1 What is in italic is omitted ...
... eye - fight , space , and liberty ; Beyond what can be valued rich or rare ; No less than life , with grace , health , beauty , honour ; i The qu's read confirming . k The qu's read years for ftrengths . 1 What is in italic is omitted ...
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... eye . Lear . Now by Apollo- Kent . Now by Apollo , king , Thou swear'st thy gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal , k mifcreant ! - 1Alb . Corn . Dear fir , forbear . [ Laying his hand on his fword . Referve thy ftate ; with better judgment ...
... eye . Lear . Now by Apollo- Kent . Now by Apollo , king , Thou swear'st thy gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal , k mifcreant ! - 1Alb . Corn . Dear fir , forbear . [ Laying his hand on his fword . Referve thy ftate ; with better judgment ...
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... eye , and fuch a tongue , n As I am glad I have not ; though , not to have it , Hath loft me in your liking . Lear . Go to , go to ! better thou hadst not been born Than not to have pleas'd me better . France . Is it no more but this ...
... eye , and fuch a tongue , n As I am glad I have not ; though , not to have it , Hath loft me in your liking . Lear . Go to , go to ! better thou hadst not been born Than not to have pleas'd me better . France . Is it no more but this ...
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... eyes Cordelia leaves you ; I know h you what you are , And , like a fifter , am most loth to call Your faults as they are nam'd . Love well our father ; To your i profeffed bofoms I commit him ; But yet , alas ! ftood I within his grace ...
... eyes Cordelia leaves you ; I know h you what you are , And , like a fifter , am most loth to call Your faults as they are nam'd . Love well our father ; To your i profeffed bofoms I commit him ; But yet , alas ! ftood I within his grace ...
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Page 165 - 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.
Page 4 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
Page 173 - 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 ; And take...
Page 95 - 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 old man.
Page 28 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Page 165 - Lear. Be your tears wet? Yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not: If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Page 155 - 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 88 - 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.
Page 4 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth.
Page 164 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.