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Alack ALBANY art thou Attendants banish'd beseech better brother Burgundy canst Cordelia Corn Curan daughter dear do't dost thou doth Dover Duke of Cornwall Earl of Gloster Enter EDGAR Enter GLOSTER Enter Goneril Enter KENT Enter LEAR Exeunt Exit a Knight Exit EDGAR eyes father fellow Fool fortunes foul fiend France French Camp gainst Gent Gentleman Give GLOSTER'S Castle gods grace Harker HARVARD COLLEGE hath Hawes Craven hear heart HENRY IRVING hither honour hovel inform'd KING LEAR knave lady look lord LYCEUM THEATRE madam master Methinks nature never night noble nuncle o'er poor pray Prithee Re-enter Regan SCENE 2.—Open Country servant Sirrah sister slave speak stocks storm sword tell thine thing Thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt traitor trumpet villain weep where's WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wretch
Page 12 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 45 - O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o' door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters' blessing : here's a night pities neither wise man nor fool. Lear. Rumble thy bellyful ! Spit, fire ! spout, rain. Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription...
Page 41 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks ! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Page 10 - Give me the map there. Know that we have divided In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburdened crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now.
Page 48 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Page 10 - Tell me, my daughters (Since now we will divest us both of rule, Interest of territory, cares of state), Which of you shall we say doth love us most? That we our largest bounty may extend Where nature doth with merit challenge.
Page 73 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn In short and musty straw?
Page 11 - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more, nor less.