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 páginas |
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... Things în the World that ought to be faid on theje Occafions . I found the Whale to answer your Account of it , a Heap of Fervels un- frung , and unpolifh'd ; yet so dazzling in their Disorder , that I foon perceiv'd I had feiz'd a ...
... Things în the World that ought to be faid on theje Occafions . I found the Whale to answer your Account of it , a Heap of Fervels un- frung , and unpolifh'd ; yet so dazzling in their Disorder , that I foon perceiv'd I had feiz'd a ...
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... Thing more to apologize for , which is , that 1 base us'd less Quaintnefs of Expreffion even in the newest Parts of this Play . I confefs , it was Defign in me , partly to comply with my Author's Style , to make the Scenes of a Piece ...
... Thing more to apologize for , which is , that 1 base us'd less Quaintnefs of Expreffion even in the newest Parts of this Play . I confefs , it was Defign in me , partly to comply with my Author's Style , to make the Scenes of a Piece ...
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... thing is Paffion ! Gon . So old and ftomachful . [ Light'ning and Thunder , Lear . Heav'ns drop your Patience down ... things , What they are yet I know not , but they fhall be The Terrors of the Earth ; you think I'll weep , [ Thunder ...
... thing is Paffion ! Gon . So old and ftomachful . [ Light'ning and Thunder , Lear . Heav'ns drop your Patience down ... things , What they are yet I know not , but they fhall be The Terrors of the Earth ; you think I'll weep , [ Thunder ...
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... this Tempeft . Lear . I will forget my Nature , what ! fo kind a Fa- Ay , there's the Point . [ ther ? Kent . Confider , good my Liege . Things that love Night C 32 Love Love not fuch Nights as this ; these wrathful Skies King LEA R. 29.
... this Tempeft . Lear . I will forget my Nature , what ! fo kind a Fa- Ay , there's the Point . [ ther ? Kent . Confider , good my Liege . Things that love Night C 32 Love Love not fuch Nights as this ; these wrathful Skies King LEA R. 29.
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... things precious ; my poor Knave , Cold as I am at Heart , I've one Place there [ Louder Storm . That's forry yet for thee . Glofter's Palace . Enter Baftard . [ Exit . Baft . The Storm is in our louder Rev'lings drown'd . Thus wou'd I ...
... things precious ; my poor Knave , Cold as I am at Heart , I've one Place there [ Louder Storm . That's forry yet for thee . Glofter's Palace . Enter Baftard . [ Exit . Baft . The Storm is in our louder Rev'lings drown'd . Thus wou'd I ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 17 - O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, And thy dear judgment out.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...