King Lear, المجلد 70
J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1880 - 503 من الصفحات
Presents Shakespeare's tragedy of a foolish and self-indulgent king who learns, late in life and after terrible suffering, the value of self-knowledge.
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Abbott appears better Bodl called cause character Coll Compare Cordelia daughters death Delius Dyce Edgar edition effect ending Enter Exit expression eyes fall father feeling Folio Fool given gives Glou Gloucester Goneril hand hath heart instances Johns Johnson Kent king Ktly Lear Lear's less look lord madness Malone means mind nature never night original passage passion perhaps person phrase play poor Pope present probably Prose QqFf Quartos reading reason refers Rowe says scene Schmidt seems sense Shakespeare Sing sisters speak speech stand Steev Steevens suppose tell thee Theob thing thou thought tragedy true Warb Wright
الصفحة 303 - 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.
الصفحة 193 - 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.
الصفحة 163 - Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
الصفحة 18 - 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.] Lear.
الصفحة 345 - No, no, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all?
الصفحة 269 - 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 yond...
الصفحة 173 - 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 : then let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak and despised...
الصفحة 44 - Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us , With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
الصفحة 184 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.