King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, 4 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 - 78 psl. |
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... dead , for charity delay not ; That present will befit so kind a hand . Edm . Your danger , sir , comes on so fast , That I want time t ' inform you ? but retire , Whilst I take care to turn the pressing stream . O gods ! for Heaven's ...
... dead , for charity delay not ; That present will befit so kind a hand . Edm . Your danger , sir , comes on so fast , That I want time t ' inform you ? but retire , Whilst I take care to turn the pressing stream . O gods ! for Heaven's ...
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... the bleak winds And cold rain chill'd , or lightning struck , him dead ; If it be so , your promise is discharg'd , And I have only one poor boon to beg ; That you'd convey me to his breathless trunk , With E 2 SCENE II . ] 39 KING LEAR .
... the bleak winds And cold rain chill'd , or lightning struck , him dead ; If it be so , your promise is discharg'd , And I have only one poor boon to beg ; That you'd convey me to his breathless trunk , With E 2 SCENE II . ] 39 KING LEAR .
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... dead ! Aran . Help ! help ! Enter Edgar , from the Hotel . Edg . What cry was that ? Ha ! women seiz'd by ruffians ! Is this a time and place for villany ? Avaunt , ye bloodhounds ! [ Drives them off with his Quarter - staff . O ...
... dead ! Aran . Help ! help ! Enter Edgar , from the Hotel . Edg . What cry was that ? Ha ! women seiz'd by ruffians ! Is this a time and place for villany ? Avaunt , ye bloodhounds ! [ Drives them off with his Quarter - staff . O ...
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... dead of his late wound , Whose loss your sister has in part supply'd , Making brave Edmund general of her forces . Gon . One way , I like this well ; But , being a widow , and my Gloster with her , ' T may blast the promis'd harvest of ...
... dead of his late wound , Whose loss your sister has in part supply'd , Making brave Edmund general of her forces . Gon . One way , I like this well ; But , being a widow , and my Gloster with her , ' T may blast the promis'd harvest of ...
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... dead ? Edg . This is a letter carrier , and may have Some papers of intelligence , that may stand Our party in good stead to know.- -What's here ? [ Takes a Letter out of his Pocket , and reads it . To Edmund Earl of Gloster . Let our ...
... dead ? Edg . This is a letter carrier , and may have Some papers of intelligence , that may stand Our party in good stead to know.- -What's here ? [ Takes a Letter out of his Pocket , and reads it . To Edmund Earl of Gloster . Let our ...
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art thou ARVIRAGUS ATTENDANTS Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar Caius call'd Casca Cassius Cawdor Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cord Cordelia CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Diom dost doth Edgar Edmund Enob ENOBARBUS Enter ANTONY Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear FLEANCE fortunes friends Fulvia give Glost Gloster gods GONERIL Guard GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart Heaven honour i'the Iach Imog Imogen is't Julius Cæsar Kent KING LEAR Lady look lord LUCIUS Macb Macbeth Macd MACDUFF madam Mark Antony master night noble o'the Octavius on't pardon peace Pisanio Pleb poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray queen Regan Roman Rome royal SCENE SEYTON sleep soldier speak sword tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Thunder Thyr Trebonius twas villain What's Witch word worthy
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5 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
18 psl. - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
3 psl. - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
36 psl. - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
77 psl. - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
39 psl. - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
59 psl. - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
38 psl. - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
39 psl. - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
35 psl. - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...