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 strán (strany) |
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Strana 4
... dead Bodies , which Conduct makes many Tragedies conclude with unfeasonable Jefts . Yet was wrack'd with no fmall Fears for fo bold a Change , ' till I found it well re- seiv'd by my Audience ; and if this will not fatisfy the Reader ...
... dead Bodies , which Conduct makes many Tragedies conclude with unfeasonable Jefts . Yet was wrack'd with no fmall Fears for fo bold a Change , ' till I found it well re- seiv'd by my Audience ; and if this will not fatisfy the Reader ...
Strana 14
... dead , for Charity delay not ; That prefent will befit fo kind a Hand . Bat . Your Danger , Sir , comes on so fast , That I want Time t ' inform you ; but retire Whilst I take care to turn the preffing Stream . O Gods ! For Heaven's ...
... dead , for Charity delay not ; That prefent will befit fo kind a Hand . Bat . Your Danger , Sir , comes on so fast , That I want Time t ' inform you ; but retire Whilst I take care to turn the preffing Stream . O Gods ! For Heaven's ...
Strana 32
... dead ; If it be fo , your Promife is discharg'd , And I have only one poor Boon to beg , That you'd convey me to his breathless Trunk , With my torn Robes to wrap his hoary Head , With my torn Hair to bind his Hands and Feet , Then with ...
... dead ; If it be fo , your Promife is discharg'd , And I have only one poor Boon to beg , That you'd convey me to his breathless Trunk , With my torn Robes to wrap his hoary Head , With my torn Hair to bind his Hands and Feet , Then with ...
Strana 38
... dead . Enter Edgar . [ Uerbolt Edg . What Cry was that ? -Ha ! Women feiz'd by Is this a Place and Time for Villainy ? [ Drives them with his Quar- Avaunt , ye Bloodhounds . Both . The Devil , the Devil . Edg . Ofpeak , what are ye that ...
... dead . Enter Edgar . [ Uerbolt Edg . What Cry was that ? -Ha ! Women feiz'd by Is this a Place and Time for Villainy ? [ Drives them with his Quar- Avaunt , ye Bloodhounds . Both . The Devil , the Devil . Edg . Ofpeak , what are ye that ...
Strana 43
... Dead are their piercing Rays , that lately fhot O'er flow'ry Vales to diftant fnowy Hills , And drew with Joy the vaft Horizon in . These groping Hands are now my only Guides , And Feeling all my Sight . O Mifery ! What Words can found ...
... Dead are their piercing Rays , that lately fhot O'er flow'ry Vales to diftant fnowy Hills , And drew with Joy the vaft Horizon in . These groping Hands are now my only Guides , And Feeling all my Sight . O Mifery ! What Words can found ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 17 - O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly in, And thy dear judgment out.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...