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 sider |
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... Pity to his Beard- Kent . Thou Effence Bottle ! In Pity to my Beard -- Your Leave , my Lord , And I will tread the Mufk - cat into Mortar . Duke . Know'ft thou our Prefence ? Kent . Yes , Sir , but Anger has a Privilege . Duke . Why art ...
... Pity to his Beard- Kent . Thou Effence Bottle ! In Pity to my Beard -- Your Leave , my Lord , And I will tread the Mufk - cat into Mortar . Duke . Know'ft thou our Prefence ? Kent . Yes , Sir , but Anger has a Privilege . Duke . Why art ...
Side 40
... Pity . Ar . Was ever Tale fo full of Misery ! Edg . But fuch a Fall as this I grant was due To my afpiring Love , for ' twas prefumptuous , Though not prefumptuously purfued ; For well you know I wore my Flames conceal'd , And filent as ...
... Pity . Ar . Was ever Tale fo full of Misery ! Edg . But fuch a Fall as this I grant was due To my afpiring Love , for ' twas prefumptuous , Though not prefumptuously purfued ; For well you know I wore my Flames conceal'd , And filent as ...
Side 48
... Pity to his Mifery to difpatch him . Gent . No , Madam , he's return'd on speedy Summons Back to your Sifter . Gon . Ha ! I like not that , Such Speed must have the Wings of Love ; where's Albany ? Gent . Gent . Madam , within , but ...
... Pity to his Mifery to difpatch him . Gent . No , Madam , he's return'd on speedy Summons Back to your Sifter . Gon . Ha ! I like not that , Such Speed must have the Wings of Love ; where's Albany ? Gent . Gent . Madam , within , but ...
Side 54
... Pity by experienc'd Sorrows ; give me your ( Hand . Glift . You ever gentle Gods , take my Breath from me , And let not my ill Genius tempt me more To die before you please . Enter Goneril's Gentleman Ufper . Gent . A proclaim'd Prize ...
... Pity by experienc'd Sorrows ; give me your ( Hand . Glift . You ever gentle Gods , take my Breath from me , And let not my ill Genius tempt me more To die before you please . Enter Goneril's Gentleman Ufper . Gent . A proclaim'd Prize ...
Side 55
... Pity ! Was this a Face To be expos'd against the jarring Winds ? My Enemy's Dog , though he had bit me , fhou'd ( to him . Have ftood that Night against my Fire . - He wakes , fpeak Gent . Madam , do you ; ' tis fittest . ( jefty ? Cord ...
... Pity ! Was this a Face To be expos'd against the jarring Winds ? My Enemy's Dog , though he had bit me , fhou'd ( to him . Have ftood that Night against my Fire . - He wakes , fpeak Gent . Madam , do you ; ' tis fittest . ( jefty ? Cord ...
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The History of King Lear, a Tragedy: As It Is Now Acted at the King's ... Nahum Tate Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
The History of King Lear. a Tragedy: As It Is Now Acted at the King's ... ANONYMOUS. Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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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
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 17 - O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, And thy dear judgment out.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...