The chronicle history of King leir: the original of Shakespeare's King Lear' (Google eBook)

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Sir Sidney Lee
Duffield, 1909 - King Leir - 131 pages
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Page xlv - The True Chronicle History of King Leir and his three Daughters, Gonorill, Ragan, and Cordelia. As it hath been diuers and sundry times lately acted.
Page 4 - I am resolved and even now my mind Doth meditate a sudden stratagem, To try which of my daughters loves me best; Which till I know I cannot be in rest. This granted, when they jointly shall contend, Each to exceed the other in their love, Then at the vantage will I take Cordelia...
Page 49 - I have a heart compact of adamant, Which never knew what melting pity meant. I weigh no more the murd'ring of a man Than I respect the cracking of a flea When I do catch her biting on my skin. If you will have your husband or your father Or both of them sent to another world, Do but command me do't; it shall be done.
Page 116 - LORD came again the second time, and touched him, and said, Arise and eat; because the journey is too great for thee. And he arose, and did eat and drink, and went in the strength of that meatj forty days and forty nights unto Horeb the mount of God.
Page 12 - I cannot paint my duty forth in words, I hope my deeds shall make report for me: But look what love the child doth owe the father, The same to you I bear, my gracious lord.
Page xiii - SHAKESPEARE'S LIBRARY. A Collection of the Romances, Novels, Poems, and Histories used by Shakespeare as the foundation of his Dramas, now first collected and accurately reprinted from the original Editions, with Notes, &c.
Page 2 - Although ourselves do dearly tender them, Yet are we ignorant of their affairs: For fathers best do know to govern sons ; But daughters' steps the mother's counsel turns. A son we want for to succeed our crown, And course of time hath cancelled the date Of further issue from our withered loins : One foot already hangeth in the grave, And age hath made deep furrows in my face: The world of me, I of the world am weary, And I would fain resign these earthly cares...
Page 95 - I sweare, I am quite out of charity With all the heartlesse men in Christendome. A poxe vpon them, when they are affrayd To giue a stab, or slit a paltry Wind-pipe, Which are so easy matters to be done.
Page 48 - That I shall know my lord to be my head ? Well, it were best for him to take good heed, Or I will make him hop without a head, For his presumption, dotard that he is.

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