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Page 13
Pardon me, royal Lear, I but demand The dow'r yourself propos'd, and here I take
Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy. Lear. Then leave her, sir ; for, by a
father's rage, I tell you all her wealth. [cordelia throws herself at Lear's Feet.
Pardon me, royal Lear, I but demand The dow'r yourself propos'd, and here I take
Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy. Lear. Then leave her, sir ; for, by a
father's rage, I tell you all her wealth. [cordelia throws herself at Lear's Feet.
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As it deserves ; but use our father well, And wrong'd Cordelia never shall repine.
Edg. O heav'nly maid ! that art thyself thy dow'r, Richer in virtue than the stars in
light ; If Edgar's humble fortunes may be grac'd With thy acceptance, at thy feet ...
As it deserves ; but use our father well, And wrong'd Cordelia never shall repine.
Edg. O heav'nly maid ! that art thyself thy dow'r, Richer in virtue than the stars in
light ; If Edgar's humble fortunes may be grac'd With thy acceptance, at thy feet ...
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Enter Cordelia and Aranthe. , Aran. Dear madam, rest you here, our search is
vain; Look here's a shed ; 'beseech you, enter here. Cord. Pr'ythee, go in thyself,
seek thy own ease; Where the mind's free, the body's delicate ; This tempest but ...
Enter Cordelia and Aranthe. , Aran. Dear madam, rest you here, our search is
vain; Look here's a shed ; 'beseech you, enter here. Cord. Pr'ythee, go in thyself,
seek thy own ease; Where the mind's free, the body's delicate ; This tempest but ...
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Off, hell-hounds ! by the gods I charge you, spare her ; 'Tis my Cordelia, my true
pious daughter; — No pity ? — Nay, then take an old man's vengeance. [king
Lear snatches a Sword from the Officer, and strikes down the Two Soldiers, who
had ...
Off, hell-hounds ! by the gods I charge you, spare her ; 'Tis my Cordelia, my true
pious daughter; — No pity ? — Nay, then take an old man's vengeance. [king
Lear snatches a Sword from the Officer, and strikes down the Two Soldiers, who
had ...
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O, my liege, His wondrous story well deserves your leisure ; What he has done
and suffered for your sake, What for the fair Cordelia's. Glost. Where's my liege ?
Conduct me to his knees, to hail His second birth of empire : My dear Edgar Has,
...
O, my liege, His wondrous story well deserves your leisure ; What he has done
and suffered for your sake, What for the fair Cordelia's. Glost. Where's my liege ?
Conduct me to his knees, to hail His second birth of empire : My dear Edgar Has,
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The version of King Lear revised by Tate is not the real King Lear. It has been completely rewritten to give it a super happy ending. Wanting to get more familiar with Shakespeare, I read the whole play, not realizing that it wasn't the real tragedy. Very disappointed to find out after the fact that I read a counterfeit play. Reminds me of the Disney-fication of The Little Mermaid or the "Super Happy Ending" in Wayne's World.
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Page 5 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 18 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 3 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 36 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 77 - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Page 39 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Page 59 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Page 38 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, — For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men, — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Page 39 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 35 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Bibliographic information
| Title | King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts The British theatre |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1808 |
| Length | 78 pages |
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