King LearH. Altemus Company, 1899 - Počet stran: 192 |
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Strana 29
... Speak . Reg . I am made of that self metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I find she ... Speak . Cor . Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing Lear . Nothing will come of nothing : speak again ...
... Speak . Reg . I am made of that self metal as my sister , And prize me at her worth . In my true heart I find she ... Speak . Cor . Nothing , my lord . Lear . Nothing ? Cor . Nothing Lear . Nothing will come of nothing : speak again ...
Strana 91
... speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife . Glo . Well , my good lord , I have informed them SO . Lear . Informed them ! Dost thou understand me , man ? Glo . Ay , my good lord . Lear . The king would speak with Cornwall ; the dear ...
... speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife . Glo . Well , my good lord , I have informed them SO . Lear . Informed them ! Dost thou understand me , man ? Glo . Ay , my good lord . Lear . The king would speak with Cornwall ; the dear ...
Strana 153
... speak'st ; art sound . Ten masts at each make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell : Thy life's a miracle . Speak yet again . Glo . But have I fallen , or no ? Edg . From the dread summit of this chalky bourn . Look up ...
... speak'st ; art sound . Ten masts at each make not the altitude Which thou hast perpendicularly fell : Thy life's a miracle . Speak yet again . Glo . But have I fallen , or no ? Edg . From the dread summit of this chalky bourn . Look up ...
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Alack ALBANY arms art thou banished blood brother Burgundy canst Cordelia Corn dear Doct dost thou doth Dover duke Duke of Albany Duke of Cornwall Earl of Gloster Edmund Enter EDGAR Enter GLOSTER Enter KENT Enter LEAR Exeunt LEAR Exit EDGAR eyes father fear Flibbertigibbet follow Fool fortune foul fiend France gainst Gent gentleman give GLOSTER'S Castle gods GONERIL grace hand hath hear heart heavens hither honour horse hundred knights king KING LEAR knave lady letter look lord madam man's master Methinks nature never night noble nuncle o'er OSWALD pity poor poor Tom Pr'ythee pray Re-enter Regan SCENE Servants shame sirrah sister slave speak stand storm sweet lord sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou dost thou hast thou lt thou shalt thy daughters traitor trumpet villain wind