King Lear, Band 70J.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.