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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... turn yet once more , And e'er fuccessful Burgundy receive The Treafure of thy Beauties from the King , E'er happy Burgundy for ever fold Thee , Caft back one pitying Look on wretched Edgar . Cord . Alas ! what wou'd the wretched Edgar ...
... turn yet once more , And e'er fuccessful Burgundy receive The Treafure of thy Beauties from the King , E'er happy Burgundy for ever fold Thee , Caft back one pitying Look on wretched Edgar . Cord . Alas ! what wou'd the wretched Edgar ...
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... turn away ? What have I done t ' offend thee ? Cord . Talk't of Love . Edg . Then I've offended oft ; Cordelia too Has oft permitted me fo to offend . Cord . When , Edgar , I permitted your Addreffes , I was the darling Daughter of a ...
... turn away ? What have I done t ' offend thee ? Cord . Talk't of Love . Edg . Then I've offended oft ; Cordelia too Has oft permitted me fo to offend . Cord . When , Edgar , I permitted your Addreffes , I was the darling Daughter of a ...
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... turn the preffing Stream . O Gods ! For Heaven's fake , Sir . Edg . Pardon me , Sir , a ferious Thought Had feiz'd me ; but I think you talk'd of Danger , And wifh'd me to retire : Muft all our Vows End thus -Friend , I obey you . - O ...
... turn the preffing Stream . O Gods ! For Heaven's fake , Sir . Edg . Pardon me , Sir , a ferious Thought Had feiz'd me ; but I think you talk'd of Danger , And wifh'd me to retire : Muft all our Vows End thus -Friend , I obey you . - O ...
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... Turn all her Mother's Pains to Shame and Scorn , That he may curfe her Crime too late , and feel How fharper than a Serpent's Tooth it is To have a thanklefs Child Away , away . [ Exit cum fuis . Gon . Prefuming thus upon his numerous ...
... Turn all her Mother's Pains to Shame and Scorn , That he may curfe her Crime too late , and feel How fharper than a Serpent's Tooth it is To have a thanklefs Child Away , away . [ Exit cum fuis . Gon . Prefuming thus upon his numerous ...
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... Turn , Glofter , turn , by the facred Pow'rs I do conjure you give my Griefs a Hearing ; You must , you fhall , nay , I am fure you will , For you were always ftyl'd the Juft and Good . Gloft . What wou'dft thou , Princefs ? rife , and ...
... Turn , Glofter , turn , by the facred Pow'rs I do conjure you give my Griefs a Hearing ; You must , you fhall , nay , I am fure you will , For you were always ftyl'd the Juft and Good . Gloft . What wou'dft thou , Princefs ? rife , and ...
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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...