The History of King Lear: As it is Performed at the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden, כרך 2R. Baldwin, 1768 - 71 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 8
עמוד 9
... fleep " till I wak'd him , you fhould enjoy half his revenue for ever , and live the beloved of your " brother , ર Sleep till I wake him - EDGAR . " you should enjoy half his revenue- - My fon Edgar ! had he a hand to write this ! this ...
... fleep " till I wak'd him , you fhould enjoy half his revenue for ever , and live the beloved of your " brother , ર Sleep till I wake him - EDGAR . " you should enjoy half his revenue- - My fon Edgar ! had he a hand to write this ! this ...
עמוד 16
... fleep . Lear . Are you our daughter ? Gon . I would , you would make use of your good wisdom , Whereof I know you are fraught , and put away These difpofitions , which of late transport you From what you rightly are . Lear . Does any ...
... fleep . Lear . Are you our daughter ? Gon . I would , you would make use of your good wisdom , Whereof I know you are fraught , and put away These difpofitions , which of late transport you From what you rightly are . Lear . Does any ...
עמוד 26
... fleep out , the rest I'll whistle : A good man's fortune may grow out at heels ; Give you good morrow . Glo . The Duke's to blame in this , ' twill be ill taken . [ Exit . Kent . Approach , thou beacon to this under- [ Looking up to the ...
... fleep out , the rest I'll whistle : A good man's fortune may grow out at heels ; Give you good morrow . Glo . The Duke's to blame in this , ' twill be ill taken . [ Exit . Kent . Approach , thou beacon to this under- [ Looking up to the ...
עמוד 29
... fleep to death . - Oh ! are you come ? Enter Cornwall , Regan , and Servants . Corn . Hail to your grace ! [ Kent is set at liberty . Lear . Good morrow both ! Oh me , my heart ! my rifing heart ! but down ! Reg . I am glad to fee your ...
... fleep to death . - Oh ! are you come ? Enter Cornwall , Regan , and Servants . Corn . Hail to your grace ! [ Kent is set at liberty . Lear . Good morrow both ! Oh me , my heart ! my rifing heart ! but down ! Reg . I am glad to fee your ...
עמוד 37
... fleep- Poor naked wretches , wherefoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitiless ftorm ! How fhall your houfelefs heads , and unfed fides , Your loop'd and window'd raggedness defend you From feafons fuch as thefe ? -O , I have ...
... fleep- Poor naked wretches , wherefoe'er you are , That bide the pelting of this pitiless ftorm ! How fhall your houfelefs heads , and unfed fides , Your loop'd and window'd raggedness defend you From feafons fuch as thefe ? -O , I have ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Againſt Alack Albany anſwer art thou Baft Baftard baſe beſt Blefs brother Burgundy buſineſs caufe Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dear diſpatch Dover Duke Duke of Albany Duke of Cornwall Earl Edmund Enter Edgar Enter Glocefter Enter Steward Exeunt Exit eyes father feek feem fellow fervant ferve fervices fhall fhame fhould fifter fight fince firft flave fleep fome fool fortune foul fiend fpeak France ftand ftill ftrange fuch fuffer fword Gent give Glo'fter Glocefter's gods Gonerill hath heart heav'n highneſs hither houſe i'th inform'd itſelf juftice Kent king King Lear knave lefs letter lord madam mafter meffenger moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature night Phyf pleaſure poor poor Tom pray purpoſe Regan SCENE ſhall ſpeak Stew thee thefe theſe thine traitor villain where's whofe Whoſe worfe wretched yourſelf
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 60 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 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 4 - The mysteries of Hecate, and the night ', By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist, and cease to be, Here I disclaim all my paternal care, Propinquity and property of blood, And as a stranger to my heart and me, Hold thee from this for ever.
עמוד 34 - 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 despis'd old man.
עמוד 56 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
עמוד 61 - t please your highness walk ? Lear. You must bear with me. Pray you now, forget and forgive : I am old and foolish.
עמוד 33 - And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
עמוד 54 - 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 33 - 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 52 - 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...
עמוד 33 - O, reason not the need ! Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow" not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's.