King Lear, Band 70

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J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1880 - 503 Seiten
Presents Shakespeare's tragedy of a foolish and self-indulgent king who learns, late in life and after terrible suffering, the value of self-knowledge.
 

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Seite 175 - heavens, give me that patience, patience I need! You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, 264.
Seite 353 - What is't thou say'st?—Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.— I kill'd the slave that was a-hanging thee. 275 Capt. 'Tis true, my lords, he did. Lear. Did I not, fellow? I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have made them skip. I am old now, 268.
Seite 195 - Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that! Kent. Good my lord, enter here. Lear. Prithee, go in thyself; seek thine own ease; This tempest will not give me leave to ponder On things would hurt me more. But I'll go in.— 25 10. thy] they F,.
Seite 361 - Rule in this realm and the gored state sustain. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; My master calls me, I must not say no. Edg. The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. 325 316.
Seite 196 - Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? Oh, I have ta'en Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them 35 And show the heavens more just Edg. {Within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! [The Fool runs out from the
Seite 51 - Clou. These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us; though the wisdom of nature can reason it thus and thus, yet nature finds itself scourged by the se- IOO quent effects; love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide : in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, 96.
Seite 148 - That ever penury in contempt of man Brought near to beast; my face I'll grime with filth. Blanket my loins, elf all my hair in knots. And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky. The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars, who with roaring voices
Seite 249 - Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues Have humbled to all strokes; that I am wretched Makes thee the happier. Heavens, deal so still! Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man, That slaves your ordinance, that will not see Because he does not feel, feel your power quickly; So distribution should undo excess 62. thou] QqF
Seite 90 - With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits 280 To laughter and contempt; that she may feel How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!—Away, away! [Exit. Alb., Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this ? Con. Never afflict yourself to know
Seite 148 - Tom is." Stick in their numb'd and mortified bare arms 15 Pins, wooden pricks, nails, sprigs of rosemary; And with this horrible object, from low farms, Poor pelting villages, sheep-cotes and mills, Sometimes with lunatic bans, sometime with prayers, Enforce their charity. Poor Turlygod! poor Tom! 20 That's something yet; Edgar I nothing am. {Exit.

Autoren-Profil (1880)

William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616 Although there are many myths and mysteries surrounding William Shakespeare, a great deal is actually known about his life. He was born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, son of John Shakespeare, a prosperous merchant and local politician and Mary Arden, who had the wealth to send their oldest son to Stratford Grammar School. At 18, Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway, the 27-year-old daughter of a local farmer, and they had their first daughter six months later. He probably developed an interest in theatre by watching plays performed by traveling players in Stratford while still in his youth. Some time before 1592, he left his family to take up residence in London, where he began acting and writing plays and poetry. By 1594 Shakespeare had become a member and part owner of an acting company called The Lord Chamberlain's Men, where he soon became the company's principal playwright. His plays enjoyed great popularity and high critical acclaim in the newly built Globe Theatre. It was through his popularity that the troupe gained the attention of the new king, James I, who appointed them the King's Players in 1603. Before retiring to Stratford in 1613, after the Globe burned down, he wrote more than three dozen plays (that we are sure of) and more than 150 sonnets. He was celebrated by Ben Jonson, one of the leading playwrights of the day, as a writer who would be "not for an age, but for all time," a prediction that has proved to be true. Today, Shakespeare towers over all other English writers and has few rivals in any language. His genius and creativity continue to astound scholars, and his plays continue to delight audiences. Many have served as the basis for operas, ballets, musical compositions, and films. While Jonson and other writers labored over their plays, Shakespeare seems to have had the ability to turn out work of exceptionally high caliber at an amazing speed. At the height of his career, he wrote an average of two plays a year as well as dozens of poems, songs, and possibly even verses for tombstones and heraldic shields, all while he continued to act in the plays performed by the Lord Chamberlain's Men. This staggering output is even more impressive when one considers its variety. Except for the English history plays, he never wrote the same kind of play twice. He seems to have had a good deal of fun in trying his hand at every kind of play. Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets, all published on 1609, most of which were dedicated to his patron Henry Wriothsley, The Earl of Southhampton. He also wrote 13 comedies, 13 histories, 6 tragedies, and 4 tragecomedies. He died at Stratford-upon-Avon April 23, 1616, and was buried two days later on the grounds of Holy Trinity Church in Stratford. His cause of death was unknown, but it is surmised that he knew he was dying.

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