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 páginas |
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... Fellow , and as poor as the King . Lear . Then art thou do ? indeed , poor — What cant thou Kent . I can keep honeft Counsel , mar a curious Tale in the telling , deliver a plain Meffage bluntly ; that which B 2 ordi- ordinary Men are ...
... Fellow , and as poor as the King . Lear . Then art thou do ? indeed , poor — What cant thou Kent . I can keep honeft Counsel , mar a curious Tale in the telling , deliver a plain Meffage bluntly ; that which B 2 ordi- ordinary Men are ...
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... Fellow ? Call me the Clodpole back . Att . My Lord , I know not ; but methinks your High- nefs is entertain'd with flender Ceremony . Servant . He fays , my Lord , your Daughter is not well . Lear . Why came not the Slave back when I ...
... Fellow ? Call me the Clodpole back . Att . My Lord , I know not ; but methinks your High- nefs is entertain'd with flender Ceremony . Servant . He fays , my Lord , your Daughter is not well . Lear . Why came not the Slave back when I ...
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... Fellow art thou to rail at One that is neither known of thee , nor knows thee . Kent . Impudent Slave ! not know me , who but two Days fince tript up thy Heels before the King : Draw , Mifcreant , or I'll make the Moon fhine through ...
... Fellow art thou to rail at One that is neither known of thee , nor knows thee . Kent . Impudent Slave ! not know me , who but two Days fince tript up thy Heels before the King : Draw , Mifcreant , or I'll make the Moon fhine through ...
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... Fellow , that having once been prais'd For Bluntnefs , fince affects a faucy Rudeness ; But I have known one of these furly Knaves , That in his Plainnefs harbour'd more Defign Than twenty cringing complimenting Minions . Duke . What's ...
... Fellow , that having once been prais'd For Bluntnefs , fince affects a faucy Rudeness ; But I have known one of these furly Knaves , That in his Plainnefs harbour'd more Defign Than twenty cringing complimenting Minions . Duke . What's ...
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... Fellow that of late Had fhewn fuch Rudeness to your Highness , I Having more Man than Wit about me , drew ; On which he rais'd the House with Coward's Cries : This was the Trespass which your Son and Daughter Thought worth the Shame you ...
... Fellow that of late Had fhewn fuch Rudeness to your Highness , I Having more Man than Wit about me , drew ; On which he rais'd the House with Coward's Cries : This was the Trespass which your Son and Daughter Thought worth the Shame you ...
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The History of King Lear, a Tragedy: As It Is Now Acted at the King's ... Nahum Tate Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 17 - O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, And thy dear judgment out.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...