Cord, Now must my love in words, fall short of theirs, As much as it exceeds in
truth. — Nothing, my Lord. Lear. Nothing ? Cord. Nothing. Lear. Nothing can
come of nothing ; speak again. Cord. Unhappy am I that I can't dissemble: Sir, as I
Cord. Whate'er thou art, befriend a wretched virgin, And, if thou canst, direct our
weary search. Edg. Who relieves poor Tom, that sleeps on the nettle, with the
hedgehog for his pillow ? Whilst Smug ply 'd the bellows, She truck'd with her ...
Cord. Do we wake, Aranthe ? Edg. My father seeks my life: which I preserv'il, In
hope of some blest minute to oblige Distrest Cordelia, and the gods have given it;
That thought alone prevail'd with me to take This frantic dress, to make the earth ...
Cord. His sleep is sound, and may have good effect To cure his jarring senses,
and repair This breach of nature. Phys. We have employ'd the utmost pow'r of art,
And this deep rest will perfect our design. Cord. O Regan ! Goneril ! Inhuman ...
Cord. Still, still, far wide ! Phys. Madam, he's scarce awake ; he'll soon grow more
compos'd. Lear. Where have I been ? Where am I ? Fair daylight ? I am mightily
abus'd ; I should even die with pity To see another thus. I will not swear These ...
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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.