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Edgar . How now , brother Edmund ? what ferious contemplation are you in ?
Edm . I am thinking , brother , of a prediction I read this other day , what should
follow these eclipses . Edgar . Do you busy yourself with that ? Edm . I promise
you ...
Edgar . How now , brother Edmund ? what ferious contemplation are you in ?
Edm . I am thinking , brother , of a prediction I read this other day , what should
follow these eclipses . Edgar . Do you busy yourself with that ? Edm . I promise
you ...
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1 Edgar . Alas , he's fenfible that I was wrong'd , And should I own myself , his
tender heart Would break betwixt extremes of grief and joy . Bad is the trade must
play the fool to forrow , Ang'ring itself and others .-- Bless thee , master ! Gloc .
1 Edgar . Alas , he's fenfible that I was wrong'd , And should I own myself , his
tender heart Would break betwixt extremes of grief and joy . Bad is the trade must
play the fool to forrow , Ang'ring itself and others .-- Bless thee , master ! Gloc .
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Enter Glocefter , and Edgar as a peasant . Gloc . When shall I come to th ' top of
that same hill ? Edgar . You do climb up it now . Mark , how we labour . Gloc .
Methinks , the ground is even . Edgar . Horrible steep . Hark , do you hear the sea
?
Enter Glocefter , and Edgar as a peasant . Gloc . When shall I come to th ' top of
that same hill ? Edgar . You do climb up it now . Mark , how we labour . Gloc .
Methinks , the ground is even . Edgar . Horrible steep . Hark , do you hear the sea
?
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Edgar . Well pray you , father . Gloc . Now , good Sir , what are you ? Edgar . A
most poor man , made tame to fortune's blows , Who , by the art of known and
feeling sorrows , Am pregnant to good pity . Give me your hand , I'll lead you to
fome ...
Edgar . Well pray you , father . Gloc . Now , good Sir , what are you ? Edgar . A
most poor man , made tame to fortune's blows , Who , by the art of known and
feeling sorrows , Am pregnant to good pity . Give me your hand , I'll lead you to
fome ...
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Re - enter Edgar with Glocester . Alb . Look , Sir , where pious Edgar comes ,
Leading his eyeless father . Gloc . Where's my liege ? Conduct me to his royal
knees , to hail His second birth of empire : my dear Edgar Has with himself reveal'
d the ...
Re - enter Edgar with Glocester . Alb . Look , Sir , where pious Edgar comes ,
Leading his eyeless father . Gloc . Where's my liege ? Conduct me to his royal
knees , to hail His second birth of empire : my dear Edgar Has with himself reveal'
d the ...
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arms attend bear Bellario beſt better blood bring Cler comes Cord Cordelia Cornw Cutberd daughter Dauphine dear death Dion Edgar Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall father fear fellow firſt fortune friends gentlemen give Gloc gods hand hath head hear heart hold honour hope horſe houſe I'll keep Kent King La-F La-Foole lady Lear leave live look lord madam marry maſter means miſtreſs moſt muſt myſelf nature never night noble once Otter Philaſter play poor pray prince princeſs Regan ſay Scene ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir Amorous Sir John ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſuch ſword talk tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought true Truewit virtue Where's woman
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Seite 186 - 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...
Seite 191 - 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.
Seite 181 - 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...
Seite 120 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
Seite 191 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Seite 99 - There is no scene which does not contribute to the aggravation of the distress or conduct of the action, and scarce a line which does not conduce to the progress of the scene. So powerful is the current of the poet's imagination, that the mind which once ventures within it, is hurried irresistibly along.
Seite 152 - 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.
Seite 154 - 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.
Seite 155 - Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 184 - What, art mad ? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
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| Titel | The Dramatick Works of George Colman ...: Philaster. King Lear. Epicoene; or, The silent woman Band 3 von The Dramatick Works of George Colman, George Colman |
| Autor/in | George Colman |
| Verlag | T. Becket, 1777 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 4. Jan. 2007 |
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