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... gave me nothing for ' t . I would not be thee , nuncle : thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing i ' th ' middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONERIL . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that frontlet ...
... gave me nothing for ' t . I would not be thee , nuncle : thou hast pared thy wit o ' both sides , and left nothing i ' th ' middle . Here comes one o ' the parings . Enter GONERIL . Lear . How now , daughter ! what makes that frontlet ...
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... gave him ? Osw . I never gave him any : It pleas'd the king his master very late To strike at me , upon his misconstruction ; When he , conjunct , and flattering his displeasure , Tripp'd me behind ; drew on me here again . Corn . We'll ...
... gave him ? Osw . I never gave him any : It pleas'd the king his master very late To strike at me , upon his misconstruction ; When he , conjunct , and flattering his displeasure , Tripp'd me behind ; drew on me here again . Corn . We'll ...
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... gave me cold looks : And meeting here the other messenger , - Being the very fellow which of late Display'd so saucily against your highness , — Having more man than wit about me , drew : He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries ...
... gave me cold looks : And meeting here the other messenger , - Being the very fellow which of late Display'd so saucily against your highness , — Having more man than wit about me , drew : He rais'd the house with loud and coward cries ...
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... gave you all- Reg . And in good time you gave it . Lear . Those wicked creatures yet do look well- favour'd ! When others are more wicked , not being the worst Stands in some rank of praise.- [ To GONERIL . ] I'll go with thee : Thy ...
... gave you all- Reg . And in good time you gave it . Lear . Those wicked creatures yet do look well- favour'd ! When others are more wicked , not being the worst Stands in some rank of praise.- [ To GONERIL . ] I'll go with thee : Thy ...
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... 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 . But yet I call you servile ministers , That have ...
... 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 . But yet I call you servile ministers , That have ...
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Alack art thou Attendants banish'd beseech better brother Burgundy canst Cordelia Corn Curan daughter dear do't dost thou doth Dover Duke of Cornwall Earl of Gloster Enter EDGAR Enter GLOSTER Enter GONERIL Enter KENT Enter LEAR Exeunt Exit EDGAR father fellow Fool fortunes foul fiend France French Camp gainst Gent Gentleman Give Gloster's Castle SCENE gods grace Harker HARVARD COLLEGE hath Hawes Craven hear heart HENRY IRVING here's hither honour hovel inform'd is't KING LEAR knave lady look lord lov'd LYCEUM THEATRE madam master Methinks nature never night noble nuncle o'er poor Poor Tom pray Prithee Re-enter Regan SCENE 2.-Open Country SCENE 2.-The servant Sirrah sister slave speak storm sword tell thing Thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt traitor trumpet villain weep WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wretch
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Page 10 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 15 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother?
Page 43 - O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! 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...
Page 39 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks ! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Page 8 - Give me the map there. Know that we have divided In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now.
Page 46 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Page 8 - Tell me, my daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.
Page 67 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn In short and musty straw?
Page 9 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more, nor less.
Page 76 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth. — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.