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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Side 9
... moft , that we may place Our largest Bounty with our largest Merit . Goneril , our Eldeft - born , speak first . Gon . Sir , I do love you more than Words can utter , Beyond what can be valu'd Rich , or Rare ; Nor Liberty , nor Sight ...
... moft , that we may place Our largest Bounty with our largest Merit . Goneril , our Eldeft - born , speak first . Gon . Sir , I do love you more than Words can utter , Beyond what can be valu'd Rich , or Rare ; Nor Liberty , nor Sight ...
Side 10
... moft honour you ; Why have my Sifters Hufbands , if they love you All ; Haply when I fhall wed , the Lord whofe Hand Shall take my Plight , will carry half my Love ; For I fhall never marry like my Sifters , To love my Father all . Lear ...
... moft honour you ; Why have my Sifters Hufbands , if they love you All ; Haply when I fhall wed , the Lord whofe Hand Shall take my Plight , will carry half my Love ; For I fhall never marry like my Sifters , To love my Father all . Lear ...
Side 11
... moft , and in her tender Trust Defign'd to have bestow'd my Age at Ease : So be my Grave my Peace , as here I give My Heart from her , and with it all my Wealth . My Lords of Cornwall and of Albany , I do inveft you jointly with full ...
... moft , and in her tender Trust Defign'd to have bestow'd my Age at Ease : So be my Grave my Peace , as here I give My Heart from her , and with it all my Wealth . My Lords of Cornwall and of Albany , I do inveft you jointly with full ...
Side 12
... moft juftly faid . Thus to new Climates my old Truth I bear ; Friendship lives hence , and Banifhment is here . [ Exit . Lear . Now , Burgundy , you fee her Price is fallen ; Yet if the Fondness of your Paffion still Affects her as fhe ...
... moft juftly faid . Thus to new Climates my old Truth I bear ; Friendship lives hence , and Banifhment is here . [ Exit . Lear . Now , Burgundy , you fee her Price is fallen ; Yet if the Fondness of your Paffion still Affects her as fhe ...
Side 13
... moft State in Diftrefs ! How are we toft on Fortune's fickle Flood ! The Wave that with furprising Kindness brought The dear Wreck to my Arms , has fnatch't it back And left me mourning on the barren Shore . Cord . This Bafenefs of th ...
... moft State in Diftrefs ! How are we toft on Fortune's fickle Flood ! The Wave that with furprising Kindness brought The dear Wreck to my Arms , has fnatch't it back And left me mourning on the barren Shore . Cord . This Bafenefs of th ...
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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 |
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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...