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 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 28
עמוד 10
... Gods , Is there not caufe ? Now , Minion , I perceive The Truth of what has been fuggefted to us ; Thy Fondness for the Rebel Son of Glofter , Falfe to his Father , as thou art to my Hopes : And oh ! take heed , rafh Girl , left we ...
... Gods , Is there not caufe ? Now , Minion , I perceive The Truth of what has been fuggefted to us ; Thy Fondness for the Rebel Son of Glofter , Falfe to his Father , as thou art to my Hopes : And oh ! take heed , rafh Girl , left we ...
עמוד 11
... Gods- Kent . Now by the Gods , rafh King , thou fwear'ft in Lear . Ha , Traitor ! Kent . Do , kill thy Phyfician , Lear ; Strike thro ' my Throat , with my latest Breath ( vain . I'll I'll thunder in thine Ear my juft Complaint , And ...
... Gods- Kent . Now by the Gods , rafh King , thou fwear'ft in Lear . Ha , Traitor ! Kent . Do , kill thy Phyfician , Lear ; Strike thro ' my Throat , with my latest Breath ( vain . I'll I'll thunder in thine Ear my juft Complaint , And ...
עמוד 12
... Gods protect the Maid That truly thinks , and has 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 ...
... Gods protect the Maid That truly thinks , and has 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 ...
עמוד 14
... 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 Cordelia . ? [ Exit . Baft ...
... 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 Cordelia . ? [ Exit . Baft ...
עמוד 26
... Gods ! Thus will you wish on me , When the rafh Mood- Lear . No , Regan , Thou shalt never have my Curse ; Thy tender Nature cannot give thee o'er To fuch Impiety : Thou better know'st The Offices of Nature , Bond of Childhood , And ...
... Gods ! Thus will you wish on me , When the rafh Mood- Lear . No , Regan , Thou shalt never have my Curse ; Thy tender Nature cannot give thee o'er To fuch Impiety : Thou better know'st The Offices of Nature , Bond of Childhood , And ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The History of King Lear, a Tragedy: As It Is Now Acted at the King's ... <span dir=ltr>Nahum Tate</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2018 |
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 17 - O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, And thy dear judgment out.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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...