King Lear: A TragedySamuel French, 1883 - 98 pages |
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... wit in thy bald crown , when thou gavest thy golden one away . If I speak like my- self in this , let him be whipped ... wits to wear , Their manners are so apish . Lear . When were you wont to be so full of songs , sirrah ? Fool . I ...
... wit in thy bald crown , when thou gavest thy golden one away . If I speak like my- self in this , let him be whipped ... wits to wear , Their manners are so apish . Lear . When were you wont to be so full of songs , sirrah ? Fool . I ...
Page 54
... wits ! Tom ' s a - cold , - O , do de do de , do de . Bless thee from whirlwinds , star - blasting , and taking ? Do poor Tom some charity , whom the foul fiend vexes : there could I have him now , -and there , —and there again , and ...
... wits ! Tom ' s a - cold , - O , do de do de , do de . Bless thee from whirlwinds , star - blasting , and taking ? Do poor Tom some charity , whom the foul fiend vexes : there could I have him now , -and there , —and there again , and ...
Page 83
... wits at once Had not concluded all . He wakes ; speak to him . Doct . Madam , do you ; ' 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 ...
... wits at once Had not concluded all . He wakes ; speak to him . Doct . Madam , do you ; ' 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 ...
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Alack Albany arms art thou bastard blood brother Burgundy canst Cordelia Corn daughter dear death Doct Dost thou doth Dover Duke of Albany Duke of Cornwall Earl Earl of Gloucester Edmund Enter EDGAR Enter GLOUCESTER Enter KENT Enter LEAR Exeunt Exit Edgar eyes farewell father fear Flibbertigibbet follow Fool fortune foul fiend France gainst Gent Gentleman Give Glou Gloucester's gods Goneril grace hand hath hear heart heavens hither honour horse hovel inform'd KING LEAR knave lady letter look lord madam man's master Methinks nature never night noble nuncle o'er OSWALD pity poison'd poor Poor Tom pray Prithee Re-enter Regan SCENE seek Servants shame sirrah sister slave speak stand storm sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt traitor trumpet villain What's