The history of King Lear, a tragedy, as it is now acted at the King's theatres, revived with alterations [from Shakespeare's play] by N. TateJ. Brindley; C. Hitch; J. Hodges; C. Corbett, J. and T. King; R. New; W. Reeve; and J. Cooper, 1749 - 69 Seiten |
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... ftrike me dead , for Charity delay not ; That prefent will befit fo kind a Hand . Bat . Your Danger , Sir , comes on so fast , That I want Time t ' inform you ; but retire Whilst I take care to turn the preffing Stream . O Gods ! For ...
... ftrike me dead , for Charity delay not ; That prefent will befit fo kind a Hand . Bat . Your Danger , Sir , comes on so fast , That I want Time t ' inform you ; but retire Whilst I take care to turn the preffing Stream . O Gods ! For ...
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... ftrike me on a flender Misconstruction , Whilft watching his Advantage , this old Lurcher Tript me behind , for which the King extoll'd him ; And , flufht with the Honour of this bold Exploit , Drew on me here again . Duke . Duke ...
... ftrike me on a flender Misconstruction , Whilft watching his Advantage , this old Lurcher Tript me behind , for which the King extoll'd him ; And , flufht with the Honour of this bold Exploit , Drew on me here again . Duke . Duke ...
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... ftrike her young Bones , Ye taking Airs with Lameness . Reg . Ŏ the bleft Gods ! Thus will you wish on me , When the rafh Mood- Lear . No , Regan , Thou shalt never have my Curse ; Thy tender Nature cannot give thee o'er To fuch Impiety ...
... ftrike her young Bones , Ye taking Airs with Lameness . Reg . Ŏ the bleft Gods ! Thus will you wish on me , When the rafh Mood- Lear . No , Regan , Thou shalt never have my Curse ; Thy tender Nature cannot give thee o'er To fuch Impiety ...
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... ftrike , Nor tell tales of thee to avenging Heav'n ; Mend when thou canft , be better at thy Leifure ; I can be patient , I can ftay with Regan , I , and my hundred Knights . Reg . Your Pardon , Sir ; I look'd not for you yet , nor am ...
... ftrike , Nor tell tales of thee to avenging Heav'n ; Mend when thou canft , be better at thy Leifure ; I can be patient , I can ftay with Regan , I , and my hundred Knights . Reg . Your Pardon , Sir ; I look'd not for you yet , nor am ...
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... ftrike me dead . Enter Edgar . [ Uerbolt Edg . What Cry was that ? -Ha ! Women feiz'd by Is this a Place and Time for Villainy ? [ Drives them with his Quar- Avaunt , ye Bloodhounds . Both . The Devil , the Devil . Edg . Ofpeak , what ...
... ftrike me dead . Enter Edgar . [ Uerbolt Edg . What Cry was that ? -Ha ! Women feiz'd by Is this a Place and Time for Villainy ? [ Drives them with his Quar- Avaunt , ye Bloodhounds . Both . The Devil , the Devil . Edg . Ofpeak , what ...
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Afide againſt agen Albany art thou Baft Baftard beft Bleffing Burgundy caft Cajus Caufe Cord Cordelia Cornwal cou'd Daugh Daughter dear Death Defign Difguife difpatch doft thou Duke Duke of Cornwal e'er Edmund Enter Edgar Enter Glofter Enter Lear Exeunt Exit Eyes Father fave feek fhall fhou'd fince firft firſt flain fmall fome Fortune foul Fiend fpeak Friend ftand ftill ftrike fuch fure Gent give Gloft Gods Goneril Grace Hand hear Heart Heav'n i'th injur'd is't itſelf juft Kent King King LEAR laft Liege Lord Love Madam Mafter moft muft muſt Night o'th Paffion pafs paft Pity pleaſe Pleaſure poor poor Tom Pow'r Prefence Prifoner Regan Senfe ſhall Sifter Sight Slave ſpeak thee thefe there's theſe thine thou art thou doft Traitor Truft twas twill Villain weep Whilft whofe wou'd wretched wrong'd
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Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 16 - Why this is not Lear : does Lear walk thus ? speak thus ? Where are his eyes? Either his notion weakens, or his discernings are lethargied. — Sleeping or waking ? — Ha ! sure 'tis not so. — Who is it that can tell me who I am...
Seite 52 - 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.
Seite 28 - 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...
Seite 49 - 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 yon...
Seite 17 - O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, And thy dear judgment out.
Seite 51 - When the rain came to wet me once, and the wind to make me chatter; when the thunder would not peace at my bidding ; there I found 'em, there I fmelt 'em out. Go to, they are not men o' their words ; they told me I was every thing : 'tis a lie, I am not agueproof.
Seite 12 - Esteem, she's your's; take her, or leave her. Burg. Pardon me. Royal Lear, I but demand The Dow'r yourself propos'd, and here I take Cordelia by the Hand, Dutchess of Burgundy, Lear.
Seite 12 - And press'd between our sentence and our pow'r, (Which nor our nature, nor our place, can bear,) We banish thee for ever from our sight And kingdom : If, when three days are expired, Thy hated trunk be found in our dominions, That moment is thy death. — Away.
Seite 69 - Lear. Ingrateful as they were, my heart feels yet A pang of nature for their wretched fall. But, Edgar, I defer thy joys too long: Thou serv'dst distress'd Cordelia ; take her crown'd, Th...