The History of King Lear: As it is Performed at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden, Հատոր 2R. Baldwin, 1768 - 71 էջ |
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... lead me . O'd Man . Alack , fir , he is mad . Glo . ' Tis the time's plague , when madmen lead the blind : Do as I bid , or rather do thy pleasure ; Above the reft , begone . Old Man . I'll bring him the best ' parrel that I have , Come ...
... lead me . O'd Man . Alack , fir , he is mad . Glo . ' Tis the time's plague , when madmen lead the blind : Do as I bid , or rather do thy pleasure ; Above the reft , begone . Old Man . I'll bring him the best ' parrel that I have , Come ...
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... lead thee . [ Exeunt SCENE , the Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter Gonerill and Edmund . Gon . Welcome , my lord . I marvel , our mild husband Not met us on the way . Enter Steward . Now , where's your master ? Stew . Madam , within ; but ...
... lead thee . [ Exeunt SCENE , the Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter Gonerill and Edmund . Gon . Welcome , my lord . I marvel , our mild husband Not met us on the way . Enter Steward . Now , where's your master ? Stew . Madam , within ; but ...
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... lead you to fome biding . Glo . Hearty thanks ! Enter Steward ! Stew . A proclaim'd prize ! moft happy ! That eyeless head of thine was firft fram'd flesh , To raise my fortunes . Old , unhappy traitor , The fword is out , that must ...
... lead you to fome biding . Glo . Hearty thanks ! Enter Steward ! Stew . A proclaim'd prize ! moft happy ! That eyeless head of thine was firft fram'd flesh , To raise my fortunes . Old , unhappy traitor , The fword is out , that must ...
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... lead . Cor . Sir , do you know me ? Lear . You are a fpirit , I know ; when did you die ? Car . Still , ftill , far wide Phyf . He's farce awake ; he'll foon grow more compos'd . Lear . Where have I been ? where am I ? fair day - light ...
... lead . Cor . Sir , do you know me ? Lear . You are a fpirit , I know ; when did you die ? Car . Still , ftill , far wide Phyf . He's farce awake ; he'll foon grow more compos'd . Lear . Where have I been ? where am I ? fair day - light ...
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... lead him in , Nor trouble him , ' till he is better fettled . Wil't please you , fir , walk into freer air ? Lear . You must bear with me ; pray you now , forget and forgive ! I am old and foolish . [ They lead him off . Cor . The gods ...
... lead him in , Nor trouble him , ' till he is better fettled . Wil't please you , fir , walk into freer air ? Lear . You must bear with me ; pray you now , forget and forgive ! I am old and foolish . [ They lead him off . Cor . The gods ...
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Againſt Alack Albany anſwer art thou Baft Baftard baſe beſt Blefs brother Burgundy buſineſs caufe Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dear diſpatch Dover Duke Duke of Albany Duke of Cornwall Earl Edmund Enter Edgar Enter Glocefter Enter Steward Exeunt Exit eyes father feek feem fellow fervant ferve fervices fhall fhame fhould fifter fight fince firft flave fleep fome fool fortune foul fiend fpeak France ftand ftill ftrange fuch fuffer fword Gent give Glo'fter Glocefter's gods Gonerill hath heart heav'n highneſs hither houſe i'th inform'd itſelf juftice Kent king King Lear knave lefs letter lord madam mafter meffenger moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature night Phyf pleaſure poor poor Tom pray purpoſe Regan SCENE ſhall ſpeak Stew thee thefe theſe thine traitor villain where's whofe Whoſe worfe wretched yourſelf
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Էջ 60 - 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. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 34 - 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.
Էջ 56 - 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...
Էջ 61 - t please your highness walk ? Lear. You must bear with me. Pray you now, forget and forgive : I am old and foolish.
Էջ 33 - And 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 I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Էջ 54 - With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above : but to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiends' ; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit, burning, scalding, stench, consumption.
Էջ 33 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters...
Էջ 52 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Էջ 33 - 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.