King Lear
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I thought the king had more affected |
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It did always seem so to us. |
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it appears not which of the dukes |
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Is not this your son, my lord? |
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His breeding, sir, |
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I have so often blushed to acknowledge him |
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- I cannot conceive you. |
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Whereupon she grew round-wombed, |
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and had indeed, sir, a son for her cradle |
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Do you smell a fault? |
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I cannot wish the fault undone, |
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But I have a son, sir, by order of law, |
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who yet is no dearer in my account. |
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Though this knave came something saucily |
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yet was his mother fair; |
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and the whoreson must be acknowledged. |
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No, my lord. |
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My lord of Kent. Remember him hereafter |
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My services to your lordship. |
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- I must love you, and sue to know you better. |
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He has been out nine years, |
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The King is coming. |
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Attend the lords of France and Burgundy... |
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- Gloucester. |
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Meantime we shall express |
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Give me the map... there. |
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Know that we have divided |
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and 'tis our fast intent |
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to shake all cares and business |
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conferring them on younger strengths, |
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while we unburdened crawl toward death. |
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Our son of Cornwall, |
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We have this hour a constant will |
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our daughters' separate dowers, |
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that future strife may be prevented now. |
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The two great princes, |
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great rivals in our youngest |
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long in our court have made |
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And here are to be answered. |
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Tell me, my daughters, |
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since now we will divest us both of rule, |
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which of you shall we say |
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That we our largest bounty may extend |
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where nature doth with merit challenge. |
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Goneril, our eldest born, |
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speak first. |
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Sir, I love you more than words |
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dearer than eye-sight, space, and liberty, |
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as much as child e'er loved, |
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A love that makes breath poor, |
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Beyond all manner of so much, I love you. |
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Of all these bounds, |
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we make thee lady. |
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To thine and Albany's |
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What says our second daughter, |
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Speak. |
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I am made of that self mettle as my sister |
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and prize me at her worth. |
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In my true heart |
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I find she names my very deed of love. |
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Only she comes too short, that I profess |
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which the most precious square |
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and find I am alone felicitate |
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To thee and thine hereditary ever |
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remain this ample third |
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No less in space, validity, and pleasure, |
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And now, our joy, |
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although our last not least, |
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The vines of France and milk of Burgundy |
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What can you say to draw |
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a third more opulent than your sisters? |
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Speak. |
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- Nothing, my lord. |
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- Nothing. |
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Speak again. |
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Unhappy that I am, |
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I cannot heave |
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I love your majesty |
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How, how, Cordelia! |
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Mend your speech a little |
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Good my lord, |
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you have begot me, bred me, loved me. |
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I return those duties back as are right fit, |
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obey you, love you, and most honour you. |
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Why have my sisters husbands, |
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Haply when I shall wed, |
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shall carry half my love with him, |
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Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, |
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But goes thy heart with this? |
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- Ay, good my lord. |
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So young, my lord, and true. |
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Let it be so! Thy truth then be thy dower! |
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For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, |
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here I disclaim all my paternal care, |
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and as a stranger to my heart and thee |
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- Good, my liege? |
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Come not between the dragon |
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Hence! Avoid my sight! |
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Call France! Who stirs? |
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Call Burgundy. Cornwall, Albany. |
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With my two daughters' dowers |
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Let pride, which she calls plainness, |
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I do invest you jointly with my power, |
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Ourself by monthly course, |
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with reservation of one hundred knights, |
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make with you by due turn. |
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Only we shall retain the name, |
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The sway, revenue, execution of the rest, |
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beloved sons, be yours, which to confirm, |
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this coronet part between you. |
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Royal Lear, whom I have |
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loved as my father, as my master followed. |
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The bow is bent and drawn; |
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Let it fall rather, though the fork invade |
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Be Kent unmannerly when Lear is mad. |
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What wouldst thou do, old man? |
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Think'st thou that duty shall have dread |
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On thy life, no more! |
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My life I never held but as a pawn |
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- Out of my sight. |
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Now, by Apollo... |
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Now, by Apollo, King, |
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O, vassal, miscreant! |
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- Forbear! |
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Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat |
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Hear me, recreant, |
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That thou hast sought |
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which we durst never yet, |
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Five days we do allot thee for provision |
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and on the sixth to turn thy hated back |
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If on the next day following |
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the moment is thy death. |
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Away! |
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By Jupiter, this shall not be revoked. |
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Fare thee well, King, |
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freedom lives hence, |
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The gods to their dear shelter |
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that justly think'st, |
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And your large speeches |
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that good effects may spring |
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Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu. |
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He'll shape his old course |
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Here's France and Burgundy, |
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My lord of Burgundy, |
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what in the least will you require |
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or cease your quest of love? |
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Most royal majesty, I crave no more |
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Nor will you tender less. |
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Right noble Burgundy, when she was |
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But now her price is fallen. |
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She's there, and she is yours. |
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I know no answer. |
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Sir, will you, with these infirmities |
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unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, |
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dowered with our curse and strangered |
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Pardon me, royal sir, |
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Then leave her, sir, |
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I tell thee all her wealth. |
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For you, great king. |
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Avert your liking a more worthier way |
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than on a wretch whom Nature is ashamed |
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This is most strange, that she whom |
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balm of your age, |
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commit a thing so monstrous to dismantle |
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I yet beseech your majesty |
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to speak and purpose not, that you make known |
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no unchaste action or dishonourable step that |
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But even for want of that |
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Better thou hadst not been born |
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Is it but this, a tardiness in nature |
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that it intends to do? |
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My lord of Burgundy, |
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Will you have her? She is herself a dowry. |
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Royal Lear, give but that |
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and here I take Cordelia by the hand, |
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Duchess of Burgundy. |
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Nothing! I am sworn. |
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I am sorry that you have so lost a father |
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Peace be with Burgundy! |
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Since that respects of fortune are |
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Fairest Cordelia, |
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most choice, forsaken, |
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thee and thy virtues here I seize upon. |
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Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. |
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Gods, gods! 'Tis strange |
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my love should kindle to inflamed respect. |
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Thy dowerless daughter, King, |
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Is queen of us, of ours, and our fair France. |
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Thou hast her, France; let her be thine, |
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nor shall ever see that face of hers again. |
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Therefore begone, without |
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our benison! |
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Come, noble Burgundy. |
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Bid farewell to your sisters. |
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The jewels of our father, with washed eyes |
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And, like a sister, am most loath to call |
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Prescribe not us our duties. |
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Let your study be to content your lord, |
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who hath received you at Fortune's alms. |
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You have obedience scanted. |
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And well are worth the want |
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Time shall unfold |
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Come, my fair Cordelia. |
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Sister... |
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It is not a little I have to say of what |
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I think our father will hence tonight. |
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That's most certain, and with you, |
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You see how full of changes his age is. |
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He always loved our sister most. |
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'Tis the infirmity of his age. Yet he hath |
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The best and soundest of his time |
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Such unconstant starts are we like to have |
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Pray you, let us hit together. |
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If our father carry authority |
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this last surrender of his |
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We shall further think of it. |
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We must do something, and i' the heat. |
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Thou, Nature, |
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art my goddess, |
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to thy law my services are bound. |
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Wherefore should I stand |
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and permit the curiosity |
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for that I am some twelve or fourteen |
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Why bastard? |
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Wherefore base? |
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When my dimensions are as well-compact, |
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my mind as generous, and my shape as true |
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Why brand they us with base? |
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Bastardy? Base, base? |
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Who, in the lusty stealth of nature take |
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more composition and fierce quality |
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than doth within a dull, stale, tired bed |
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go to the creating a whole tribe of fops |
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got 'tween asleep and wake? |
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Well then, |
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legitimate Edgar, |
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I must have your land. |
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Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund. |
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As to the legitimate. |
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Well then, my legitimate, |
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if this letter speed |
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Edmund the base shall top the legitimate. |
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I grow. I prosper. |
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Now, gods, stand up for bastards! |
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Kent banished thus? And France in choler |
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All this done upon the gad! |
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- Edmund, how now? What news? |
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Why so earnestly seek you |
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- I know no news, my lord. |
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- Nothing, my lord. |
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What needed, then, this terrible |
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Come! Let's see. If it be nothing, |
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I beseech you, sir, pardon me. |
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It is a letter from my brother |
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and for so much as I have perused, |
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Give me the letter, sir. |
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I hope for my brother's justification |
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or taste of my virtue. |
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"I begin to find an idle and fond bondage |
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"Come to me that of this |
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"If our father would sleep |
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"you should enjoy half his revenue, and |
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Conspiracy! "Sleep till I waked him, |
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- When came this to you? Who brought it? |
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There's the cunning of it. I found it |
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You know the character |
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- I would fain think it were not. |
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It is his hand, my lord, but I hope |
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Abhorred villain! I'll apprehend him. |
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I do not well know, my lord. |
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I dare pawn down my life for him, |
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that he hath writ this |
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and to no other pretence of danger. |
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- Think you so? |
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I will place you where you shall hear us |
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- He cannot be such a monster? |
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To his father, who so tenderly |
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Heaven and earth! Edmund, seek him out. |
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Frame the business after your own wisdom. |
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I will seek him, sir, presently. |
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These late eclipses of the sun and moon |
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Love cools, friendship falls off, |
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"In cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; |
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"and the bond cracked |
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This villain of mine comes under |
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The King falls from bias of nature, |
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We have seen the best of our time: |
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and all ruinous disorders, |
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Find out this villain, Edmund, |
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it shall lose thee nothing; do it carefully. |
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This is the excellent foppery |
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that, when we are sick in fortune, |
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we make guilty of our disasters the sun, |
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as if we were villains by necessity, |
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knaves, thieves, and treachers, |
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drunkards, liars, and adulterers, |
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by an enforced obedience |
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and all that we are evil in |
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An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, |
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to lay his goatish disposition |
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Edgar. Pat he comes. |
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O these eclipses do portend |
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How now, brother Edmund! |
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I am thinking, brother, of a prediction |
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what should follow these eclipses. |
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Do you busy yourself about that? |
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I promise you, brother, the effects |
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as of unnaturalness between the child |
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death, dearth, dissolution |
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menaces and maledictions against kings |
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How long have you been |
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- When saw you my father last? |
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- Spake you with him? |
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Parted you in good terms? |
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Found you no displeasure in him |
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None at all. |
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Bethink yourself wherein |
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and at my entreaty forbear his presence |
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until some little time hath qualified |
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- Some villain hath done me wrong. |
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Retire with me to my lodging, |
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from whence I will fitly bring you |
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There's my key. |
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If you do stir abroad, go armed. |
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- Armed, brother? |
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I am no honest man if there be any good |
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- Shall I hear from you anon? |
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A credulous father and a brother noble, |
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whose nature is so far from doing harms |
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I see the business: Let me, if |
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all with me's meet that I can fashion fit. |
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Did my father strike my gentleman |
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Ay, madam. |
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By day and night he wrongs me, |
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every hour he flashes into one gross crime |
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I'll not endure it! |
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His knights grow riotous, and himself |
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When he returns from hunting |
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If you come slack of former services you |
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He's coming, madam, I hear him. |
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Put on what weary negligence you please, |
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I'd have it come to question. |
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If he distaste it let him to our sister, |
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not to be overruled. |
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Idle old man, |
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that still would manage those authorities |
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Now, by my life, old fools are babes again, |
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and must be used with checks as flatteries, |
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Remember what I have said. |
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I'll write straight to my sister |
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Prepare for dinner. |
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If but as well I other accents borrow |
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that can my speech defuse, |
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my good intent may carry through itself |
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for which I razed my likeness. |
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Now, banished Kent... |
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If thou canst serve |
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so may it come, |
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shall find thee full of labours. |
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Let me not stay a jot for dinner! |
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- What art thou? |
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- What dost thou profess? |
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To serve him truly |
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to fear judgment, to fight when I cannot |
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- What wouldst thou? |
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- Who wouldst thou serve? |
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- Dost thou know me, fellow? |
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But you have that in your countenance |
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- What's that? |
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What services canst thou do? |
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I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, |
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and deliver a plain message bluntly. |
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How old art thou? |
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Not so young, sir, |
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nor so old to dote on her for any thing. |
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I have years on my back |
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Follow me, thou shalt serve me |
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Where's my knave, my fool? |
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You! You, sirrah! Where's my daughter? |
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So please you... |
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What says the fellow there? |
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Where's my knave? |
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How now? Where's that mongrel? |
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He says, my lord, |
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Why came not the slave back to me |
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Sir, he answered me |
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- He would not! |
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But to my judgment your highness |
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with that ceremonious affection |
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Sayest thou so? |
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But where's my knave? |
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Since my young lady's going into France, |
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No more of that! |
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I have noted it well. |
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Go you, and tell my daughter |
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Go you, call hither my Fool. |
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O, you, sir, you! Come you hither, sir. |
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Who am I, sir? |
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My lady's father. |
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"My lady's father", my lord's knave! |
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You whoreson dog! You slave! You cur! |
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I am none of these things, my lord, |
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- Do you bandy looks with me? |
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Or tripped neither, |
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- I thank thee, fellow. |
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I'll teach you differences. |
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If you will measure |
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Go to! |
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Have you wisdom? So. |
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Now, my friendly knave. |
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- Let me hire him too. |
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Here's my coxcomb. |
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- Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb. |
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Why, for taking one's part |
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Thou canst not smile as the wind sits, |
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Take my coxcomb! |
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Why, this fellow has banished |
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and did the third a blessing |
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If thou followst him, |
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How now, nuncle! |
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Would I had two daughters |
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Why, my boy? |
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If I gave them all my living, |
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There's mine. |
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You take heed, sirrah, the whip! |
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Truth's a dog must to kennel. |
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while Lady Brach may stand by the fire |
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- A pestilent gall to me! |
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Ay, do. |
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Mark it, nuncle. |
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Have more than thou showest, |
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lend less than thou owest, |
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learn more than thou trowest, |
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Leave thy drink and thy whore |
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and thou shalt have more |
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This is nothing, fool. |
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Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd |
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Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle? |
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Why, no, boy. |
00:32:40 |
Prithee tell him; so much the rent of his |
00:32:44 |
A bitter fool! |
00:32:46 |
Dost thou know |
00:32:49 |
between a bitter fool and a sweet one? |
00:32:52 |
No, lad. Teach me. |
00:32:54 |
# That lord that counselled thee |
00:33:00 |
# Come place him here by me, |
00:33:05 |
# The sweet and bitter fool |
00:33:09 |
# The one in motley here, |
00:33:14 |
Dost thou call me fool, boy? |
00:33:16 |
All thy other titles |
00:33:23 |
That thou wast born with. |
00:33:25 |
This is not altogether fool, my lord. |
00:33:27 |
No, faith. Lords and great men |
00:33:33 |
Nuncle, give me an egg... |
00:33:45 |
- And I'll give thee two crowns. |
00:33:49 |
Well, after I have cut the egg i'the middle |
00:33:53 |
the two crowns of the egg. |
00:33:56 |
When thou clovest thy crown i'the middle, |
00:34:00 |
thy borest thine ass on thy back |
00:34:05 |
Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown |
00:34:11 |
Hey! |
00:34:12 |
# Fools had ne'er less wit in a year |
00:34:15 |
# For wise men are grown foppish |
00:34:20 |
# And know not how their wits to wear |
00:34:22 |
# Their manners are so apish # |
00:35:09 |
When were thou wont to be |
00:35:13 |
I have used it, nuncle, e'er since |
00:35:18 |
For when thou gavest them the rod |
00:35:23 |
# Then they for sudden joy did weep |
00:35:28 |
# And I for sorrow sung |
00:35:31 |
# That such a king should play bo-peep |
00:35:34 |
# And go the fools among # |
00:35:39 |
Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster |
00:35:44 |
- I would fain learn to lie. |
00:35:48 |
I marvel what kin thou |
00:35:51 |
They'll have me whipped for speaking |
00:35:55 |
and sometimes I am whipped |
00:36:01 |
I had rather be any kind of thing |
00:36:06 |
And yet I would not be thee, nuncle. |
00:36:08 |
Thou hast pared thy wits o' both sides, |
00:36:17 |
- Here comes one o'the paring. |
00:36:21 |
What makes that frontlet on? |
00:36:24 |
You are too much of late i'the frown. |
00:36:26 |
Thou was a pretty fellow when thou |
00:36:32 |
Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue. |
00:36:36 |
So your face bids me, |
00:36:40 |
Mum, mum. |
00:36:44 |
That's a shelled peascod. |
00:36:51 |
Not only, sir, this your all-licensed fool |
00:36:54 |
but other of your insolent retinue |
00:36:57 |
breaking forth in rank |
00:37:01 |
Sir, I had thought, |
00:37:06 |
to have found a safe redress, |
00:37:09 |
by what yourself too late |
00:37:13 |
That you protect this course |
00:37:19 |
which if you should, the fault would not |
00:37:22 |
For you know, nuncle, |
00:37:24 |
the hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long |
00:37:29 |
- Are you our daughter? |
00:37:32 |
I would you would make use of that good |
00:37:36 |
and put away these dispositions which of |
00:37:41 |
Does any here know me? |
00:37:45 |
This is not Lear. |
00:37:49 |
Where are his eyes? Ha! |
00:37:52 |
'Tis not so. |
00:37:57 |
Lear's shadow. |
00:37:58 |
I would learn that, for, by the marks |
00:38:02 |
I should be false persuaded |
00:38:05 |
- Which they will make an obedient father. |
00:38:12 |
This admiration, sir, is much o' the savour |
00:38:20 |
I do beseech you |
00:38:24 |
As you are old and reverend, |
00:38:28 |
Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires, |
00:38:33 |
that this our court, infected with |
00:38:36 |
Epicurism and lust make it more like a |
00:38:43 |
The shame itself doth speak |
00:38:49 |
Be then desired, by her that else |
00:38:55 |
a little to disquantity your train, |
00:39:00 |
to be such men as may besort your age, |
00:39:06 |
Darkness and devils! |
00:39:09 |
Saddle my horses! Call my train together! |
00:39:12 |
Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble |
00:39:19 |
You strike my people, and your disordered |
00:39:22 |
Woe, that too late repents! |
00:39:29 |
Is it your will? Speak, sir. |
00:39:34 |
Detested kite! Thou liest. |
00:39:40 |
that in the most exact regard support |
00:39:45 |
O Lear, Lear, Lear! |
00:39:49 |
Beat at this gate, that let thy folly in |
00:39:56 |
Go, go, my people. |
00:39:59 |
My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant |
00:40:04 |
It may be so, my lord. |
00:40:06 |
Hear, Nature, hear! Dear goddess, hear! |
00:40:11 |
Suspend thy purpose if thou didst intend |
00:40:17 |
Into her womb convey sterility, |
00:40:21 |
dry up in her the organs of increase, |
00:40:27 |
and from her derogate body never spring |
00:40:33 |
If she must teem, |
00:40:38 |
that it may live |
00:40:43 |
Let it stamp wrinkles |
00:40:47 |
turn all her mother's pains and |
00:40:53 |
that she may feel how sharper |
00:40:57 |
to have a thankless child! |
00:41:01 |
Away! |
00:41:11 |
Now gods that we adore, |
00:41:15 |
whereof comes this? |
00:41:20 |
Never afflict yourself to know more of it, |
00:41:24 |
but let his disposition have that scope |
00:41:28 |
as dotage gives it. |
00:41:32 |
What, fifty of my followers at a clap! |
00:41:37 |
- Within a fortnight? |
00:41:40 |
I'll tell thee... |
00:41:48 |
I am ashamed that thou hast power |
00:41:55 |
Blasts and fogs upon thee! |
00:41:58 |
Let it be so. |
00:42:02 |
I have another daughter. |
00:42:04 |
When she shall hear this of thee, with |
00:42:12 |
Thou shalt find that I'll resume the shape |
00:42:15 |
which thou dost think |
00:42:21 |
Do you mark that? |
00:42:24 |
I cannot be so partial, Goneril, |
00:42:29 |
Pray you then, content. What, ho Oswald! |
00:42:35 |
You, sir, more knave than fool, |
00:42:40 |
Nuncle Lear, nuncle Lear, tarry! |
00:42:46 |
This man hath had good counsel! |
00:42:48 |
'Tis politic and safe to let him keep |
00:42:50 |
Yes, that on every dream, |
00:42:54 |
he may enguard his dotage |
00:42:57 |
and hold our lives in mercy. |
00:43:00 |
Well, you may fear too far. |
00:43:05 |
Safer than trust too far. |
00:43:08 |
I know his heart and I have writ my sister. |
00:43:16 |
If she sustain him and his hundred knights |
00:43:21 |
How now, Oswald! |
00:43:23 |
- What, have you that letter to my sister? |
00:43:26 |
Take you some company and away to horse. |
00:43:31 |
Get thee gone. Hasten your return. |
00:43:35 |
No, no, my lord. |
00:43:37 |
This milky gentleness and course of yours, |
00:43:42 |
you are much more a-taxed for want of |
00:43:47 |
How far your eyes may pierce |
00:43:50 |
Striving to better, |
00:43:53 |
Nay, then? |
00:43:57 |
Go you before to Regan. |
00:44:00 |
I will not sleep, my lord, |
00:44:12 |
Shalt see... |
00:44:17 |
for though she's as like this as a crab's |
00:44:21 |
What canst tell? |
00:44:22 |
She will taste as like this |
00:44:27 |
Thou canst tell why one's nose |
00:44:31 |
No. |
00:44:32 |
Why, to keep one's eyes |
00:44:35 |
That what a man cannot smell out, |
00:44:41 |
I did her wrong. |
00:44:45 |
Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell? |
00:44:48 |
- No. |
00:44:52 |
The reason why the seven stars are no more |
00:44:56 |
- Because they are not eight? |
00:44:59 |
Thou wouldst make a good fool. |
00:45:02 |
To take't again by force! |
00:45:07 |
Monster ingratitude! |
00:45:10 |
If you were my fool, nuncle, I'd have thee |
00:45:14 |
How's that? |
00:45:16 |
Thou shouldst not have been old |
00:45:19 |
O let me not be mad, |
00:45:26 |
not mad, sweet heaven! |
00:45:29 |
Keep me in temper. |
00:45:33 |
I would not be mad! |
00:45:36 |
- Are the horses ready? |
00:45:38 |
Come, boy. |
00:45:53 |
Save thee, Curan. |
00:45:54 |
And you, sir. |
00:45:57 |
I have been with your father, |
00:45:59 |
and given him notice that the Duke |
00:46:04 |
will be here with him this night. |
00:46:06 |
How comes that? |
00:46:09 |
Nay, I know not. |
00:46:13 |
You have heard the news abroad? |
00:46:18 |
I mean the whispered ones. |
00:46:20 |
Not I. Pray you, what are they? |
00:46:23 |
Have you heard of no likely wars toward, |
00:46:27 |
'twixt the Dukes of Cornwall and Albany? |
00:46:31 |
Not a word. |
00:46:33 |
You may do, in time. Fare you well, sir. |
00:46:41 |
The Duke be here tonight? |
00:46:45 |
The better! Best! |
00:46:49 |
This weaves itself perforce into my business. |
00:46:52 |
My father hath set guard to take my brother, |
00:46:54 |
and I have one thing |
00:46:57 |
Briefness and fortune, work! |
00:47:00 |
Brother, a word. |
00:47:04 |
Descend, brother, I say! |
00:47:07 |
My father watches. |
00:47:14 |
O, sir, fly this place! |
00:47:16 |
Intelligence is given where you are hid. |
00:47:18 |
Have you not spoken |
00:47:20 |
He's coming hither, now, i'the night, |
00:47:25 |
Have you nothing said |
00:47:28 |
- Advise yourself. |
00:47:32 |
I hear my father coming. Pardon me. |
00:47:35 |
In cunning I must draw my sword upon you. |
00:47:37 |
Yield! Come before my father! |
00:47:41 |
Fly, brother. |
00:47:43 |
Torches, torches! |
00:47:45 |
So, farewell. |
00:47:49 |
Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion |
00:47:55 |
I have seen drunkards |
00:48:05 |
Stop, stop! Father, father! No help? |
00:48:12 |
Now, Edmund, where's the villain? |
00:48:15 |
- Here stood he in the dark. |
00:48:17 |
- Look, sir, I bleed. |
00:48:20 |
Fled this way. |
00:48:24 |
Pursue him, ho! Go after. |
00:48:28 |
By no means what? |
00:48:30 |
Persuade me to the murder |
00:48:33 |
Seeing how loathly opposite I stood |
00:48:37 |
he charges home my unprovided body, |
00:48:40 |
But when he saw my best alarumed spirits |
00:48:44 |
full suddenly he fled. |
00:48:46 |
Let him fly far. |
00:48:48 |
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught, |
00:48:52 |
He that conceals him, death. |
00:48:56 |
I threatened to discover him. |
00:48:58 |
He replied, "Thou unpossessing bastard, |
00:49:03 |
"if I would stand against thee, |
00:49:05 |
"of any trust, virtue, or worth in thee |
00:49:09 |
Would he deny his letter, said he? |
00:49:15 |
Hark, the Duke's trumpets! |
00:49:19 |
All ports I'll bar. |
00:49:21 |
The Duke must grant me that. |
00:49:24 |
Besides, his picture I will send |
00:49:26 |
that all the kingdom |
00:49:29 |
And of my land, |
00:49:33 |
I'll work the means to make thee capable. |
00:49:39 |
How now, my noble friend? |
00:49:43 |
If it be true, all vengeance |
00:49:46 |
which can pursue the offender. |
00:49:48 |
O, madam, my old heart is cracked, |
00:49:51 |
What, did my father's godson |
00:49:56 |
He whom my father named? Your Edgar? |
00:49:59 |
Lady, lady, shame would have it hid! |
00:50:01 |
Was he not companion with the riotous |
00:50:06 |
I know not, madam. Too bad, too bad! |
00:50:09 |
Yes, madam, he was of that consort. |
00:50:12 |
No marvel then though he were ill affected. |
00:50:14 |
'Tis they have put him |
00:50:16 |
to have the expense and waste |
00:50:19 |
I have this present evening from my sister |
00:50:23 |
and with such cautions, |
00:50:25 |
that if they come to sojourn at my house, |
00:50:28 |
Nor I, assure thee, Regan. |
00:50:34 |
Edmund, I hear that you have shown |
00:50:39 |
It was my duty, sir. |
00:50:41 |
He did bewray his practise, and received |
00:50:45 |
- Is he pursued? |
00:50:47 |
If he be taken, he shall never more |
00:50:53 |
For you, Edmund, |
00:50:55 |
whose virtue and obedience doth |
00:51:01 |
you shall be ours. |
00:51:05 |
Natures of such deep trust we shall |
00:51:10 |
I shall serve you, sir, |
00:51:14 |
- For him I thank your grace. |
00:51:18 |
Thus out of season, |
00:51:22 |
occasions, noble Gloucester, |
00:51:25 |
wherein we must have use of your advice. |
00:51:28 |
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, |
00:51:32 |
which I best thought it fit |
00:51:38 |
I serve you, madam. |
00:51:56 |
Good even to thee, friend. |
00:52:00 |
- Ay. |
00:52:03 |
In the mire. |
00:52:07 |
- I prithee, if thou lovest me, tell me. |
00:52:10 |
Why dost thou use me thus? |
00:52:12 |
- Fellow, I know thee. |
00:52:16 |
A knave, a rascal, |
00:52:21 |
A base, proud, shallow, beggarly, |
00:52:24 |
three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, |
00:52:29 |
A whoreson, glass-gazing, |
00:52:34 |
one that would be a bawd, |
00:52:36 |
and art nothing but the composition |
00:52:42 |
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch. |
00:52:46 |
Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, |
00:52:48 |
thus to rail on one that is neither |
00:52:52 |
What a brazen-faced varlet art thou |
00:52:57 |
Is it two days ago since I tripped up |
00:53:04 |
- Draw, you rogue! |
00:53:08 |
Draw, you rascal! |
00:53:12 |
Draw, you rogue, |
00:53:20 |
Help, ho! Murder! |
00:53:22 |
Strike, you slave! Stand, rogue! |
00:53:25 |
Help, ho! Murder! Murder! |
00:53:27 |
- How now! What's the matter? Part! |
00:53:32 |
Come, I'll flesh ye! |
00:53:35 |
Weapons? Arms? |
00:53:38 |
Keep peace, upon your lives! |
00:53:46 |
He dies that strikes again. |
00:53:51 |
What is the matter? |
00:53:53 |
The messengers from our sister |
00:53:57 |
- What is your difference? Speak. |
00:54:01 |
No marvel, you have so bestirred |
00:54:04 |
You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims |
00:54:09 |
Thou art a strange fellow. |
00:54:12 |
A tailor, sir. A stone-cutter or painter |
00:54:18 |
Speak yet. How grew your quarrel? |
00:54:21 |
This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life |
00:54:27 |
Thou whoreson zed, |
00:54:30 |
My lord, if you will give me leave, I will |
00:54:36 |
and daub the wall of a jakes with him. |
00:54:38 |
Peace, sirrah! |
00:54:40 |
You beastly knave, know you no reverence? |
00:54:42 |
A plague upon your epileptic visage! |
00:54:46 |
Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain, |
00:54:52 |
- What? Art thou mad, old fellow? |
00:54:57 |
No contrary holds more antipathy |
00:55:00 |
Why dost thou call him knave? |
00:55:07 |
His countenance likes me not. |
00:55:09 |
No more perchance does mine, |
00:55:14 |
Sir, 'tis my occupation to be plain. |
00:55:17 |
I have seen better faces in my time |
00:55:21 |
before me at this instant. |
00:55:28 |
This is some fellow, |
00:55:32 |
doth affect a saucy roughness. |
00:55:34 |
He cannot flatter, he! |
00:55:36 |
An honest mind |
00:55:40 |
And they will take it so. |
00:55:43 |
Sir, under the allowance |
00:55:47 |
whose influence, like the wreath of |
00:55:53 |
What mean'st by this? |
00:55:55 |
To go out of my dialect, |
00:55:58 |
- I know, sir, I am no flatterer. |
00:56:03 |
I never gave him any. |
00:56:06 |
It pleased the King his master very late |
00:56:12 |
whilst he, conjunct |
00:56:17 |
tripped me behind, got praises of the King |
00:56:19 |
for him attempting who was self-subdued, |
00:56:22 |
and in the fleshment of this dread |
00:56:26 |
None of these rogues and cowards |
00:56:33 |
Fetch forth the stocks! |
00:56:35 |
You stubborn ancient knave, |
00:56:41 |
- We'll teach you. |
00:56:44 |
Call not your stocks |
00:56:48 |
Fetch forth the stocks! As I have life |
00:56:54 |
Till noon? Till night, my lord, |
00:57:00 |
Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, |
00:57:04 |
Sir, being his knave, I will. |
00:57:10 |
This is a fellow of the self-same colour |
00:57:13 |
Come, bring away the stocks! |
00:57:18 |
Let me beseech your grace not to do so. |
00:57:20 |
His fault is much and the good King, |
00:57:25 |
Your purposed low correction |
00:57:26 |
is such as pilferings, |
00:57:30 |
- The King must take it ill. |
00:57:34 |
My sister may receive it much more worse, |
00:57:37 |
to have her gentleman abused, assaulted, |
00:57:48 |
Put in his legs. |
00:58:00 |
Come, my lord, away. |
00:58:09 |
I am sorry for thee, friend. |
00:58:11 |
'Tis the Duke's pleasure, |
00:58:15 |
will not be rubbed nor stopped. |
00:58:17 |
Pray, do not, sir. |
00:58:21 |
Some time I shall sleep |
00:58:25 |
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. |
00:58:29 |
The Duke's to blame in this. |
00:58:44 |
Approach, thou beacon to this under globe, |
00:58:47 |
that by thy comfortable beams |
00:58:51 |
'Tis from Cordelia, |
00:58:53 |
who hath most fortunately been informed |
00:58:56 |
and "shall find time |
00:59:02 |
"seeking to give losses their remedies. " |
00:59:07 |
All weary and o'erwatched, |
00:59:10 |
take vantage, heavy eyes, |
00:59:16 |
Fortune, good night. |
00:59:20 |
Smile once more. |
00:59:23 |
Turn thy wheel. |
00:59:31 |
I heard myself proclaimed, |
00:59:34 |
and by the happy hollow of a tree |
00:59:37 |
No port is free, |
00:59:39 |
no place that guard and most unusual |
00:59:44 |
Whiles I may 'scape, |
00:59:51 |
and am bethought |
00:59:53 |
to take the basest, most poorest shape |
00:59:58 |
that ever penury, in contempt of man, |
01:00:05 |
My face I'll grime with filth. |
01:00:16 |
Blanket my loins, |
01:00:19 |
and elf all my hair in knots... |
01:00:24 |
and with presented nakedness outface |
01:00:28 |
the winds and persecutions of the sky. |
01:00:32 |
The country gives me proof and precedent |
01:00:38 |
who, with roaring voices, |
01:00:40 |
strike in their numbed |
01:00:44 |
pins, wooden pricks, nails, |
01:00:57 |
And with this horrible object, |
01:01:02 |
from low farms, poor pelting villages, |
01:01:07 |
sometime with lunatic bans |
01:01:10 |
and sometime with prayers, |
01:01:14 |
enforce their charity. |
01:01:22 |
Poor Turlygod! Poor Tom! |
01:01:29 |
That's something yet. |
01:01:35 |
Edgar I nothing am! |
01:01:51 |
'Tis strange that they |
01:01:55 |
Hail to thee, noble master! |
01:01:59 |
- Makest thou this shame thy pastime? |
01:02:03 |
Ha ha! He wears cruel garters. |
01:02:06 |
When a man is over-lusty at legs, |
01:02:10 |
What's he that hath so much thy |
01:02:14 |
It is both he and she, |
01:02:18 |
- No. |
01:02:20 |
- No, I say. |
01:02:22 |
- No, no, they would not. |
01:02:25 |
- By Jupiter, I swear, no! |
01:02:30 |
They durst not do't. |
01:02:34 |
My lord, when at their home |
01:02:38 |
ere I was risen came there a reeking post, |
01:02:41 |
stewed in his haste, half breathless, |
01:02:43 |
panting forth from Goneril, |
01:02:48 |
Delivered letters, |
01:02:50 |
Gave me cold looks, straight took horse. |
01:02:52 |
Commanded me to follow and attend |
01:02:56 |
Meeting here the other messenger, whose |
01:03:00 |
being the very fellow that of late |
01:03:04 |
having more man than wit about me, drew. |
01:03:07 |
He raised the house with loud |
01:03:10 |
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth |
01:03:16 |
Winter's not gone yet |
01:03:23 |
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! |
01:03:31 |
Where is this daughter? |
01:03:34 |
- With the Earl, sir, here within. |
01:03:39 |
Made you no more offence |
01:03:42 |
None. How chance it the King |
01:03:46 |
And thou had been set i' the stocks for |
01:03:51 |
Why, fool? |
01:03:52 |
All that follow their noses are led |
01:03:58 |
and there's not a nose amongst twenty |
01:04:02 |
Deny to speak with me? |
01:04:08 |
They are weary. |
01:04:10 |
They have travelled all the night? |
01:04:15 |
My dear lord, |
01:04:18 |
Vengeance, plague, death, confusion! |
01:04:23 |
Why, Gloucester, Gloucester, I'd speak |
01:04:28 |
Well, my good lord, I have informed them so. |
01:04:31 |
Informed them? Dost thou understand me, man? |
01:04:33 |
- Ay, my good lord. |
01:04:37 |
The dear father would with his daughter |
01:04:41 |
Are they informed of this? |
01:04:44 |
My breath and blood! Fiery? |
01:04:48 |
Go! Tell the Duke and his wife |
01:04:52 |
Bid them come forth and hear me! |
01:04:56 |
Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum |
01:05:01 |
I would have all well betwixt you. |
01:05:06 |
O... me... |
01:05:17 |
My heart... |
01:05:20 |
My rising heart! |
01:05:24 |
Cry to it, nuncle, |
01:05:27 |
as the cockney did to the eels |
01:05:30 |
She knapped 'em on the coxcomb with a stick, |
01:05:37 |
Who comes here? |
01:05:42 |
- Hail to your grace! |
01:05:45 |
Regan! I think you are. |
01:05:53 |
O, are you free? |
01:05:59 |
Beloved Regan, thy sister's naught. |
01:06:03 |
O Regan, she hath tied sharp-toothed |
01:06:09 |
I can scarce speak to thee. |
01:06:13 |
Thou wouldst not believe |
01:06:19 |
I pray you, sir, take patience. |
01:06:23 |
I have hope you less know how to value |
01:06:30 |
Say, how is that? |
01:06:31 |
I cannot think my sister in the least |
01:06:35 |
Lf, sir, perchance, she have restrained |
01:06:39 |
- My curses on her. |
01:06:43 |
Hmm? |
01:06:45 |
Nature in you stands on the very verge |
01:06:48 |
You should be ruled and led |
01:06:50 |
that discerns your state |
01:06:53 |
Therefore I pray you that to our sister you |
01:06:58 |
Ask her forgiveness? Ha ha ha! |
01:07:02 |
Do you but mark how this becomes the house? |
01:07:04 |
"Dear daughter, I confess that I am old. |
01:07:11 |
"On my knee I beg that you'll vouchsafe me |
01:07:16 |
Sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks. |
01:07:20 |
Never! Regan, she hath abated me |
01:07:26 |
looked black upon me, |
01:07:29 |
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall |
01:07:32 |
Strike her young bones, you taking airs, |
01:07:36 |
- Fie, sir, fie! |
01:07:38 |
dart your blinding flames |
01:07:41 |
O the blest gods! So will you wish on me |
01:07:49 |
No, Regan... |
01:07:53 |
Thou shalt never have my curse. |
01:07:56 |
Thy tender-hearted nature |
01:08:01 |
Her eyes are fierce, |
01:08:03 |
but thine do comfort, and not burn. |
01:08:09 |
Thy half of the kingdom thou hast |
01:08:15 |
Good sir, to the purpose. |
01:08:20 |
Who put my man in the stocks? |
01:08:25 |
- What trumpet's that? |
01:08:27 |
This approves her letter |
01:08:31 |
Who stocked my servant? |
01:08:38 |
Regan, I have good hope |
01:08:44 |
Who comes here? |
01:08:48 |
O heavens, |
01:08:52 |
if yourselves be old, |
01:08:55 |
Send down and take my part! |
01:09:00 |
Art not ashamed to look upon this beard? Eh? |
01:09:08 |
Regan! |
01:09:13 |
Regan... |
01:09:18 |
Why not by the hand, sir? |
01:09:24 |
All's not offence that indiscretion finds... |
01:09:29 |
and dotage terms so. |
01:09:32 |
O sides, you are too tough! |
01:09:35 |
How came my man in the stocks? |
01:09:39 |
I set him there, sir, but his own disorders |
01:09:45 |
You? Did you? |
01:09:48 |
I pray you, father, |
01:09:51 |
being weak, seem so. |
01:09:56 |
If till the expiration of your month |
01:10:01 |
dismissing half your train, come then to me. |
01:10:05 |
Return to her, and fifty men dismissed? No! |
01:10:10 |
Rather I abjure all roofs, |
01:10:13 |
and choose |
01:10:16 |
to be a comrade with the wolf and owl. |
01:10:19 |
- At your choice, sir. |
01:10:27 |
I will not trouble you. |
01:10:31 |
Farewell. |
01:10:34 |
And yet thou art my bloods, |
01:10:39 |
Or rather a disease that's in my flesh! |
01:10:46 |
A boil in my corrupted blood! |
01:10:51 |
Mend when thou canst, be better |
01:10:57 |
I can stay with Regan, |
01:11:00 |
Not altogether so. |
01:11:04 |
nor am provided for your fit welcome. |
01:11:08 |
For those that mingle reason |
01:11:12 |
must be content to think you old, and so... |
01:11:15 |
- But she knows what she does. |
01:11:20 |
I dare avouch it, sir. What, fifty followers? |
01:11:26 |
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge |
01:11:30 |
How, in one house, should many people |
01:11:34 |
- 'Tis hard, almost impossible. |
01:11:39 |
receive attendance from those |
01:11:43 |
Why not, my lord? If then they chanced |
01:11:48 |
If you will come to me, |
01:11:51 |
I entreat you to bring but five-and-twenty. |
01:11:55 |
- I gave you all! |
01:12:00 |
Made you my guardians, my depositaries, |
01:12:03 |
but kept a reservation to be followed |
01:12:12 |
What, must I come to you |
01:12:16 |
- Regan, said you so? |
01:12:19 |
No more with me. |
01:12:25 |
Not to be worst |
01:12:29 |
I'll go with thee. |
01:12:33 |
and thou art twice her love. |
01:12:36 |
Hear me, my lord. |
01:12:39 |
What need you five-and-twenty, |
01:12:45 |
to follow in a house where twice so many |
01:12:48 |
- What need one? |
01:12:52 |
Our basest beggars |
01:12:57 |
Allow not nature more than nature needs? |
01:13:01 |
Man's life's as cheap as beast's. |
01:13:06 |
Thou art a lady. |
01:13:09 |
Why, nature needs not |
01:13:13 |
which scarce will keep thee warm. |
01:13:19 |
O heavens, |
01:13:22 |
give me that patience, |
01:13:26 |
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, |
01:13:30 |
as full of grief as age, |
01:13:34 |
If it be you that stir these |
01:13:39 |
fool me not so much to bear it tamely. |
01:13:43 |
Touch me with noble anger, |
01:13:46 |
and let not women's weapons, water drops, |
01:13:52 |
No, you unnatural hags, |
01:13:56 |
I will have such revenges on you both |
01:14:00 |
that all the world shall... |
01:14:05 |
I will do such things! |
01:14:10 |
What they are yet I know not, |
01:14:15 |
You think I'll weep? |
01:14:18 |
I have full cause for weeping, |
01:14:20 |
but this heart shall break |
01:14:25 |
or ere I'll weep! |
01:14:42 |
O fool, I shall go mad! |
01:14:58 |
Let us withdraw. |
01:15:03 |
This house is little. The old man and |
01:15:07 |
'Tis his own blame. Hath put himself |
01:15:13 |
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, |
01:15:17 |
So am I purposed. |
01:15:20 |
- The King is in high rage. |
01:15:24 |
He calls to horse. Will I know not whither. |
01:15:28 |
'Tis best to give him way. |
01:15:31 |
My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. |
01:15:36 |
Alack, the night comes on |
01:15:41 |
For many miles about there's scarce a bush. |
01:15:43 |
O, sir, to wilful men |
01:15:46 |
must be their schoolmasters. |
01:15:51 |
He is attended with a desperate train, |
01:15:54 |
and what they may incense him to, being apt |
01:16:00 |
Shut up your doors, my lord. |
01:16:03 |
'Tis a wild night. |
01:16:07 |
Come out of the storm. |
01:16:34 |
Who's there besides foul weather? |
01:16:36 |
One minded like the weather, most unquietly. |
01:16:39 |
- I know you. Where's the King? |
01:16:43 |
- Who is with him? |
01:16:46 |
who labours to out-jest |
01:16:51 |
Sir, I do know you, |
01:16:55 |
commend a dear thing to you. |
01:16:57 |
There is division, for though as yet the |
01:17:02 |
'twixt Albany and Cornwall, who both |
01:17:06 |
which are to France the spies and |
01:17:10 |
From France there comes a power into |
01:17:16 |
If on my credit you dare build so far, |
01:17:21 |
you shall find those that will thank you, |
01:17:24 |
of how unnatural and bemadding sorrow |
01:17:28 |
- I will speak further with you. |
01:17:30 |
For confirmation that I am |
01:17:34 |
if you shall see Cordelia, as fear not |
01:17:39 |
and she will tell you who that fellow is |
01:17:44 |
- Give me your hand. |
01:17:48 |
Fie on this storm! |
01:18:01 |
Blow, winds... |
01:18:06 |
and crack your cheeks! |
01:18:09 |
Rage! |
01:18:10 |
Blow! |
01:18:14 |
You cataracts and hurricanoes, |
01:18:17 |
spout till you have drenched our steeples, |
01:18:21 |
drowned the cocks. |
01:18:24 |
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, |
01:18:28 |
singe my white head. |
01:18:31 |
And thou all-shaking thunder, |
01:18:35 |
smite flat the thick rotundity o'the world, |
01:18:39 |
crack Nature's moulds, |
01:18:43 |
all germens spill at once |
01:18:49 |
O nuncle, in. |
01:18:53 |
Ask thy daughters' blessing. |
01:18:56 |
This is a night pities |
01:19:00 |
Rumble thy bellyful! |
01:19:05 |
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire |
01:19:09 |
I tax not you, you elements, |
01:19:13 |
I never gave you kingdom, |
01:19:18 |
You owe me no subscription. |
01:19:22 |
Here I stand, your slave, |
01:19:27 |
a poor, infirm, weak |
01:19:30 |
and despised old man. |
01:19:33 |
And yet I call you servile ministers |
01:19:36 |
that will, with two pernicious daughters, |
01:19:39 |
join your high-engendered battles |
01:19:42 |
'gainst a head as old and white as this. |
01:19:47 |
O, ho! 'Tis foul! |
01:19:50 |
He that has a house to put his head in |
01:19:55 |
# The cod-piece that will house |
01:19:58 |
# The head and he shall louse |
01:20:02 |
For there was never yet fair woman |
01:20:06 |
No... |
01:20:08 |
I will be the pattern of all patience. |
01:20:12 |
I will say nothing. |
01:20:19 |
- Who's there? |
01:20:23 |
that's a wise man and a fool. |
01:20:27 |
Alas, sir, are you here? Things that |
01:20:32 |
Let the great gods, that keep |
01:20:35 |
find out their enemies. |
01:20:37 |
Now tremble, thou wretch |
01:20:41 |
undivulged crimes, unwhipped of justice. |
01:20:45 |
Hide thee thou bloody hand, |
01:20:51 |
and thou art simular of virtue |
01:20:55 |
Close pent-up guilts, |
01:20:59 |
and cry these dreadful summoners grace. |
01:21:05 |
I am a man more sinned against than sinning. |
01:21:11 |
Alack, bare-headed! |
01:21:17 |
Some friendship will it lend you |
01:21:23 |
My wits begin to turn. |
01:21:28 |
How dost thou, boy? Art cold? |
01:21:31 |
I am cold myself. |
01:21:36 |
The art of our necessities is strange |
01:21:42 |
Come, your hovel. Poor knave and fool. |
01:21:45 |
There's one part of my heart |
01:21:50 |
# He that has and a little tiny wit |
01:21:55 |
# With heigh-ho, heigh-ho |
01:21:58 |
# The wind and the rain |
01:22:05 |
Alack, alack, Edmund. |
01:22:10 |
When I desired their leave |
01:22:12 |
they took from me |
01:22:14 |
charged me on pain of their perpetual |
01:22:18 |
entreat for him, or in any way sustain him. |
01:22:21 |
- Most savage and unnatural! |
01:22:26 |
There is division between the dukes, |
01:22:30 |
I have received a letter this night. |
01:22:32 |
'Tis dangerous to be spoken. |
01:22:37 |
He will lock the letter in my closet. |
01:22:39 |
These injuries the King now bears |
01:22:43 |
There is part of a power already footed. |
01:22:46 |
We must incline to the King. |
01:22:49 |
I will look him, and privily relieve him. |
01:22:51 |
Go you, maintain talk with the Duke, |
01:22:56 |
If I die for it, as no less is threatened me, |
01:23:01 |
the King my old master must be relieved. |
01:23:05 |
There is strange things toward, Edmund. |
01:23:09 |
Pray you... be careful. |
01:23:28 |
This courtesy forbid thee |
01:23:33 |
and of that letter too. |
01:23:37 |
This seems a fair deserving, and must |
01:23:43 |
no less than all. |
01:23:48 |
The younger rises when the old doth fall. |
01:23:54 |
Here is the place, my lord. |
01:23:58 |
The tyranny of the open night's too rough |
01:24:02 |
- Let me alone. |
01:24:05 |
- Wilt break my heart? |
01:24:09 |
- Good my lord, enter. |
01:24:13 |
Nay, get thee in. |
01:24:21 |
Poor naked wretches, |
01:24:27 |
whereso'er you are, |
01:24:29 |
that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, |
01:24:35 |
how shall your houseless heads, |
01:24:39 |
your looped and windowed raggedness, |
01:24:48 |
O, I have taken too little care of this! |
01:24:55 |
Take physic, pomp, |
01:24:59 |
expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, |
01:25:05 |
that thou mayst shake the superflux to them |
01:25:09 |
and show the heavens more just. |
01:25:12 |
Fathom and a half, |
01:25:15 |
- Help me, help me! |
01:25:19 |
A spirit, a spirit! |
01:25:24 |
He says his name is Poor Tom. |
01:25:27 |
What art thou that dost grumble there |
01:25:31 |
Away! |
01:25:34 |
The foul fiend follows me! |
01:25:36 |
Through the sharp hawthorn |
01:25:40 |
Go to thy bed and warm thee. |
01:25:43 |
Didst thou give all to thy daughters |
01:25:47 |
Who gives any thing to Poor Tom, |
01:25:50 |
through fire and through flame, |
01:25:54 |
o'er bog and quagmire, |
01:25:58 |
and made him proud of heart, to ride on |
01:26:07 |
Bless thy five wits! Tom's a-cold. |
01:26:15 |
Bless thee from whirlwinds, |
01:26:18 |
star-blasting and taking! |
01:26:24 |
Do poor Tom some charity, |
01:26:28 |
There could I have him now, |
01:26:33 |
What, has his daughters |
01:26:36 |
Couldst thou save nothing? |
01:26:39 |
Nay, he reserved a blanket, |
01:26:42 |
Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air |
01:26:44 |
hang fated o'er men's faults, |
01:26:47 |
- He hath no daughters, sir. |
01:26:52 |
Nothing could have subdued nature |
01:26:58 |
Is it the fashion for discarded fathers, |
01:27:01 |
to have thus little mercy on their flesh? |
01:27:05 |
Judicious punishment! 'Twas this flesh begot |
01:27:10 |
Pillicock sat on Pillicock Hill. |
01:27:14 |
This cold night will turn us all |
01:27:18 |
Take heed o' the foul fiend! |
01:27:24 |
Keep thy word's justice! |
01:27:26 |
Commit not with man's sworn spouse. |
01:27:30 |
What hast thou been? |
01:27:33 |
A serving-man, |
01:27:35 |
proud in heart and mind, |
01:27:38 |
served the lust of my mistress' heart, |
01:27:42 |
and did the act of darkness with her. |
01:27:45 |
Keep thy foot out of brothels, |
01:27:49 |
thy pen from lenders' books, |
01:27:54 |
Still through the hawthorn |
01:28:01 |
Thou wert better in a grave |
01:28:04 |
than to have answered |
00:00:07 |
Is man no more than this? |
00:00:12 |
Thou owest the worm no silk, |
00:00:16 |
the sheep no wool... |
00:00:19 |
The cat no perfume. |
00:00:23 |
There's three of us are sophisticated! |
00:00:27 |
Thou art the... thing itself! |
00:00:34 |
Unaccommodated man is no more |
00:00:38 |
but such a poor, bare, forked... |
00:00:44 |
animal as thou art. |
00:00:51 |
Off, off, you lendings! |
00:00:56 |
Unbutton here. |
00:00:58 |
Prithee, nuncle, be contented! |
00:01:03 |
'Tis a naughty night to swim in! |
00:01:07 |
Look! There comes a fire walking. |
00:01:11 |
Who's there? |
00:01:12 |
This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. |
00:01:16 |
- What is't you seek? |
00:01:20 |
Poor Tom, who eats the swimming frog, |
00:01:22 |
the toad, the tadpole, |
00:01:25 |
What, hath your grace no better company? |
00:01:30 |
The prince of darkness is a gentleman. |
00:01:34 |
Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown |
00:01:38 |
Poor Tom's a-cold. |
00:01:40 |
Go in with me. My duty cannot suffer to |
00:01:45 |
Though their injunction be to bar my doors, |
00:01:49 |
and bring you where |
00:01:53 |
First let me speak a word |
00:02:00 |
What is the cause... of thunder? |
00:02:07 |
Good my lord, take his offer, |
00:02:10 |
I'll speak a word with this same |
00:02:15 |
How to prevent the fiend, |
00:02:22 |
Let me ask you one word... |
00:02:24 |
in private. |
00:02:26 |
His wits begin to unsettle. |
00:02:29 |
Canst thou blame him? |
00:02:32 |
I tell you, friend, |
00:02:36 |
I had a son, now outlawed from my blood. |
00:02:39 |
He sought my life, but lately, very late. |
00:02:42 |
I loved him, friend, |
00:02:46 |
True to tell thee, |
00:02:50 |
What a night's this! |
00:02:53 |
I cry you mercy, sir. |
00:02:57 |
Tom's a-cold. |
00:03:00 |
In, fellow, there, into the hovel. |
00:03:02 |
- Come, let's in all. |
00:03:04 |
With him! |
00:03:06 |
- Good my lord, soothe him. |
00:03:09 |
Sirrah, come on. Go along with us. |
00:03:11 |
Come, good Athenian. |
00:03:13 |
No words, no words! Hush! |
00:03:18 |
Child Rowland to the dark tower came. |
00:03:20 |
His word was still "Fie, foh, fum, |
00:03:32 |
I will have my revenge |
00:03:38 |
This is the paper he spoke of, |
00:03:40 |
an intelligent party to the advantages |
00:03:44 |
O heavens! That this treason were not, |
00:03:48 |
How, my lord, I may be censured, |
00:03:54 |
something fears me to think of. |
00:04:00 |
If the matter of this paper be certain, |
00:04:06 |
True or false, it hath made thee |
00:04:12 |
Seek out where thy father is, |
00:04:18 |
I will persever in my course of loyalty, |
00:04:23 |
though the conflict be sore |
00:04:27 |
I will lay trust upon thee. |
00:04:31 |
Thou shalt find a dearer father in my love. |
00:04:47 |
Here is better than the open air. |
00:04:51 |
Frateretto calls me, and tells me |
00:04:56 |
I will piece out the comfort |
00:04:58 |
- I will not be long from you. |
00:05:03 |
Prithee, nuncle... |
00:05:08 |
Tell me whether a madman |
00:05:12 |
- A king, a king! |
00:05:14 |
No! He's a yeoman |
00:05:18 |
To have a thousand with red burning spits |
00:05:22 |
come hissing in upon 'em! |
00:05:27 |
It shall be done. |
00:05:32 |
Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer. |
00:05:38 |
- Now, you she-foxes! |
00:05:41 |
Want'st thou eyes at trial, madam? |
00:05:44 |
# Come o'er the burn |
00:05:46 |
# Come o'er the burn |
00:05:50 |
Shh! |
00:05:52 |
# And she must not speak |
00:05:55 |
# Why she dare not come over burn to thee # |
00:06:01 |
Hoppendance cries in Tom's belly |
00:06:03 |
Croak not, black angel! |
00:06:05 |
- How do you, sir? |
00:06:08 |
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? |
00:06:11 |
I'll see their trial first. |
00:06:16 |
You are o' the commission. |
00:06:22 |
Let us deal justly. |
00:06:26 |
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd? |
00:06:28 |
- Pur, the cat is grey. |
00:06:34 |
I here take my oath before |
00:06:39 |
She kicked the poor King her father. |
00:06:42 |
Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril? |
00:06:46 |
She cannot deny it. |
00:06:49 |
Cry you mercy. I took you for a joint-stool. |
00:07:00 |
Here's another, whose warped looks |
00:07:07 |
Stop her! There! |
00:07:10 |
Sword, fire! Corruption in the place! |
00:07:14 |
Thou false justicer, |
00:07:18 |
Bless thy five wits! |
00:07:19 |
O pity! Sir, where is the patience now |
00:07:24 |
The little dogs and all? |
00:07:27 |
Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart? |
00:07:31 |
- See, they bark at me. |
00:07:33 |
Avaunt, you curs! |
00:07:36 |
Poor Tom, thy horn is dry. |
00:07:40 |
Then anatomize Regan, |
00:07:45 |
see what breeds about her heart. |
00:07:56 |
Is there any cause in nature |
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that makes these... hard... hearts? |
00:08:12 |
You, sir, I entertain for one of my hundred. |
00:08:18 |
I do not like the fashion |
00:08:22 |
You will say they are Persian |
00:08:27 |
Now, good my lord, |
00:08:32 |
Make no noise. |
00:08:34 |
Make no noise. |
00:08:39 |
Will you draw the curtains? |
00:08:41 |
So... |
00:08:45 |
So. |
00:08:52 |
I'll go to supper in the morning. |
00:08:57 |
And I'll go to bed at noon. |
00:09:11 |
- Where is the King my master? |
00:09:14 |
Good friend, I prithee, |
00:09:16 |
Trouble him not. His wits are gone. |
00:09:18 |
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him. |
00:09:22 |
Lay him in't and drive towards Dover, friend, |
00:09:25 |
where thou shalt meet both welcome |
00:09:30 |
Oppressed nature sleeps. |
00:09:37 |
This rest might yet have balmed |
00:09:40 |
which, if convenience will not allow, |
00:09:47 |
Come, come! Help to bear thy master. |
00:10:02 |
Who alone suffers, |
00:10:05 |
suffers most i' the mind. |
00:10:09 |
How light and portable my pain seems now, |
00:10:14 |
when that which makes me bend |
00:10:20 |
What more will hap tonight, |
00:10:24 |
safe 'scape the King? |
00:10:32 |
Lurk, lurk. |
00:10:41 |
Come! Come away. |
00:10:54 |
Agh! |
00:11:02 |
This is a brave night to cool a courtesan. |
00:11:33 |
I'll speak a prophecy ere I go. |
00:11:38 |
When priests are more in word than matter, |
00:11:41 |
when brewers mar their malt with water, |
00:11:45 |
when nobles are their tailors' tutors, |
00:11:51 |
then shall the realm of Albion |
00:11:56 |
When every case in law is right, |
00:12:01 |
when usurers share their gold i' the field, |
00:12:07 |
then comes the time, who lives to see't, |
00:12:12 |
that going shall be used with feet... |
00:12:35 |
The army of France has landed. |
00:12:39 |
My lord of Gloucester |
00:12:42 |
Some five or six and thirty of his knights |
00:12:45 |
where they boast to have well-armed friends. |
00:12:48 |
Where is that traitor Gloucester? |
00:12:54 |
Hang him instantly! |
00:12:56 |
Post speedily to my lord your husband. |
00:12:59 |
Edmund, keep you our sister company. |
00:13:02 |
The revenges we are bound to take |
00:13:06 |
are not fit for your beholding. |
00:13:08 |
Farewell, dear sister. |
00:13:17 |
- Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. |
00:13:23 |
Edmund, farewell. |
00:13:28 |
Who's there? The traitor! |
00:13:32 |
Ingrateful fox! |
00:13:37 |
- 'Tis he! |
00:13:40 |
What means your graces? |
00:13:44 |
- Bind him, I say. |
00:13:48 |
Hard! |
00:13:51 |
O filthy traitor! |
00:13:54 |
Unmerciful lady as you are, I am none. |
00:13:58 |
To this chair bind him. |
00:14:03 |
Villain, thou shalt find. |
00:14:09 |
By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done |
00:14:14 |
So white... and such a traitor! |
00:14:19 |
Naughty lady, these hairs |
00:14:23 |
will quicken, and accuse thee. |
00:14:32 |
- What will you do? |
00:14:35 |
what letters had you late from France? |
00:14:38 |
Be simple answered, |
00:14:41 |
And what confederacy have you with the |
00:14:45 |
To whose hands have you sent |
00:14:49 |
I have a letter guessingly set down, |
00:14:52 |
that came from one that's of a |
00:14:55 |
Cunning. |
00:15:00 |
And false. |
00:15:05 |
- Where hast thou sent the King? |
00:15:09 |
Wherefore to Dover? |
00:15:13 |
- Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that. |
00:15:17 |
Wherefore to Dover? |
00:15:19 |
Because I would not see thy cruel nails |
00:15:24 |
nor thy fierce sister |
00:15:28 |
But I shall see |
00:15:30 |
the winged vengeance o'ertake such children. |
00:15:35 |
See't shalt thou never. |
00:15:40 |
Fellows, hold the chair. |
00:15:44 |
Upon these eyes of thine |
00:15:58 |
- One side will mock another, the other too. |
00:16:03 |
No! Hold your hand, my lord! |
00:16:06 |
but better service have I never done you |
00:16:09 |
How now, you dog! |
00:16:10 |
If you did wear a beard upon your chin |
00:16:14 |
- What do you mean? |
00:16:18 |
Nay, then, come on, |
00:16:23 |
A peasant stand up thus! |
00:16:29 |
My lord, you have one eye left |
00:16:34 |
Lest it see more, prevent it. |
00:16:37 |
Out, vile jelly! |
00:16:47 |
- Where is thy lustre now? |
00:16:53 |
Where is my son Edmund? |
00:16:56 |
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature |
00:17:00 |
to quit this horrid act. |
00:17:03 |
Out, treacherous villain! |
00:17:05 |
Thou call'st on him that hates thee. |
00:17:09 |
It was he that made the overture of thy |
00:17:14 |
O my follies! Then Edgar was abused. |
00:17:19 |
Go thrust him out at gates, |
00:17:26 |
- How is't, my lord? My lord, how look you? |
00:17:32 |
Turn out that eyeless villain! |
00:17:44 |
I bleed apace. |
00:17:47 |
Untimely comes this hurt. |
00:17:52 |
Give me your arm. |
00:18:05 |
Let's follow the old earl, and get |
00:18:10 |
Go thou. I'll fetch some flax and whites |
00:18:20 |
Now, heaven, help him! |
00:18:30 |
The lamentable change is from the best. |
00:18:35 |
The worst returns to laughter. |
00:18:41 |
- But who comes here? |
00:18:44 |
we have been your tenants and |
00:18:49 |
Away! Get thee away! Good friend, be gone. |
00:18:53 |
Thy comfort can do me no good at all. |
00:18:58 |
You cannot see your way. |
00:19:01 |
I have no way, and therefore want no eyes. |
00:19:06 |
I stumbled when I saw. |
00:19:09 |
O dear son Edgar, |
00:19:13 |
might I but live to see thee in my touch, |
00:19:17 |
I'd say I had eyes again. |
00:19:20 |
World, world, oh, world! |
00:19:24 |
That thy strange mutations make us |
00:19:29 |
How now? Who's there? |
00:19:34 |
'Tis poor mad Tom. |
00:19:39 |
- Is it the beggar-man? |
00:19:43 |
He has some reason, else he could not beg. |
00:19:47 |
In the last night's storm I such a fellow saw |
00:19:51 |
which made me think a man a worm. |
00:19:56 |
My son came then into my mind. |
00:19:59 |
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods. |
00:20:05 |
They kill us for their sport. |
00:20:07 |
- Bless thee, master! |
00:20:12 |
- Ay, my lord. |
00:20:15 |
If for my sake thou shouldst |
00:20:18 |
a mile or twain on the road toward Dover, |
00:20:24 |
and bring some covering for this naked soul, |
00:20:30 |
Alack, sir, he is mad. |
00:20:34 |
'Tis the time's plague |
00:20:40 |
I'll bring him the best 'parel that I have. |
00:20:57 |
Oh! Sirrah! |
00:21:00 |
- Naked fellow! |
00:21:07 |
Bless thy sweet eyes... |
00:21:13 |
Knowest thou the way to Dover? |
00:21:16 |
Both stile and gate, |
00:21:20 |
horse-way and foot-path. |
00:21:23 |
- Here... |
00:21:26 |
Here, take this purse. That I am wretched |
00:21:32 |
Heavens, deal so still! |
00:21:36 |
Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man |
00:21:42 |
that will not see because he doth not feel, |
00:21:46 |
feel your power quickly! |
00:21:49 |
So distribution should undo excess |
00:21:54 |
and each man have enough. |
00:22:00 |
- Dost thou know Dover? |
00:22:05 |
There is a cliff whose high and bending head |
00:22:10 |
Bring me but to the very brim of it. |
00:22:17 |
From that place |
00:22:22 |
Give me thy arm. |
00:22:27 |
Poor Tom shall lead thee. |
00:22:29 |
Oh! |
00:22:35 |
Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once: |
00:22:44 |
Welcome, my lord. |
00:22:46 |
I marvel our mild husband |
00:22:51 |
- Now, where's your master? |
00:22:56 |
I told him of the army that was landed. |
00:23:01 |
His answer was, "'The worse. " |
00:23:04 |
Of Gloucester's treachery, |
00:23:09 |
when I informed him, then he called me sot |
00:23:13 |
Then shall you go no further. |
00:23:16 |
It is the cowish terror of his spirit |
00:23:20 |
He'll not feel wrongs |
00:23:24 |
Our wishes on the way |
00:23:29 |
Back, Edmund, to my brother. |
00:23:35 |
This trusty servant shall pass between us. |
00:23:40 |
if you dare venture in your own behalf, |
00:23:46 |
Wear this. Spare speech. |
00:23:53 |
This kiss, if it durst speak, |
00:23:57 |
would stretch thy spirits up into the air. |
00:24:10 |
- Conceive, and fare thee well. |
00:24:21 |
My most dear Gloucester! |
00:24:24 |
O, the difference of man and a man! |
00:24:28 |
To thee a woman's services are due. |
00:24:33 |
- Madam, here comes my lord. |
00:24:39 |
O Goneril, you are not worth the dust |
00:24:45 |
- I fear your disposition. |
00:24:49 |
What have you done? Tigers, not |
00:24:57 |
A father, and a gracious aged man, |
00:25:00 |
most barbarous, most degenerate, |
00:25:04 |
If that the heavens do not |
00:25:06 |
send quickly down |
00:25:10 |
Humanity must perforce prey on itself |
00:25:13 |
Milk-livered man, that bears a cheek |
00:25:19 |
Where's thy drum? France spreads |
00:25:24 |
whilst thou, a moral fool, |
00:25:28 |
sits still and cries, |
00:25:32 |
See thyself, devil! |
00:25:35 |
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend |
00:25:37 |
- O vain fool! |
00:25:43 |
Were't my fitness |
00:25:45 |
they are apt enough to dislocate and tear |
00:25:47 |
Marry, thy manhood! Mew! |
00:25:55 |
- What news? |
00:25:59 |
slain by his servant, going to put out |
00:26:05 |
- Gloucester's eyes? |
00:26:08 |
bending his sword to his great master |
00:26:11 |
flew on him, and amongst us felled him dead, |
00:26:14 |
but not without that harmful stroke, |
00:26:18 |
This shows you are above, |
00:26:21 |
that these our nether crimes |
00:26:25 |
But... O poor Gloucester! |
00:26:29 |
Both, both, my lord. |
00:26:34 |
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer. |
00:26:42 |
One way I like this well. |
00:26:44 |
But being widowed, |
00:26:48 |
may all the building in my fancy |
00:26:55 |
Another way, the news is not so tart. |
00:27:00 |
I'll read, and answer. |
00:27:03 |
Where was his son |
00:27:08 |
- Come with thy lady hither. |
00:27:13 |
- No, my good lord. I met him back again. |
00:27:16 |
Ay, my good lord. |
00:27:19 |
and quit the house on purpose, that their |
00:27:25 |
Come hither, friend. |
00:27:34 |
Alack... 'tis he! |
00:27:38 |
Why, he was met even now |
00:27:43 |
singing aloud, |
00:27:45 |
crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, |
00:27:48 |
with hardokes, hemlock, |
00:27:51 |
darnel, and all the idle weeds |
00:27:57 |
What can man's wisdom |
00:28:01 |
There is means, madam. Our foster-nurse |
00:28:08 |
A century send forth. |
00:28:10 |
Search every acre of the high-grown field, |
00:28:15 |
- But are my brother's powers set forth? |
00:28:17 |
- Himself in person there? |
00:28:22 |
Your sister is the better soldier. |
00:28:24 |
- Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home? |
00:28:27 |
What might import my sister's letter to him? |
00:28:34 |
- I know not, lady. |
00:28:39 |
It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes |
00:28:44 |
Where he arrives |
00:28:47 |
Edmund, I think, is gone, |
00:28:49 |
to dispatch his nighted life. |
00:28:52 |
I must needs after him, |
00:28:54 |
Why should she write to Edmund? Might not |
00:29:00 |
Belike some things, I know not what. |
00:29:05 |
I'll love thee... |
00:29:07 |
- Much... Let me unseal the letter. |
00:29:11 |
I know your lady does not love her husband. |
00:29:17 |
I know you are of her bosom. |
00:29:19 |
- I, madam? |
00:29:24 |
Y'are, I know't. |
00:29:27 |
Therefore I do advise you, take this note. |
00:29:31 |
Edmund and I have... talked, |
00:29:34 |
and more convenient is he for my hand |
00:29:39 |
And so, fare you well. |
00:29:44 |
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, |
00:29:50 |
Would I could meet him, madam! |
00:29:53 |
- I should show what party I do follow. |
00:29:59 |
When shall I come to the |
00:30:01 |
You do climb up it now. Look how we labour. |
00:30:06 |
- Methinks the ground is even. |
00:30:09 |
- Hark, do you hear the sea? |
00:30:14 |
Why, then, your other senses |
00:30:18 |
- So may it be, indeed. |
00:30:23 |
Here's the place. |
00:30:27 |
Stand still. |
00:30:37 |
How fearful and dizzy 'tis, |
00:30:42 |
to cast one's eyes so low! |
00:30:49 |
The crows and choughs |
00:30:54 |
show scarce so gross as beetles. |
00:31:03 |
Half way down hangs... |
00:31:08 |
one that gathers samphire, |
00:31:14 |
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. |
00:31:18 |
The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, |
00:31:23 |
appear like mice. |
00:31:26 |
And yon tall anchoring bark, |
00:31:31 |
her cock, a buoy almost too small for sight. |
00:31:37 |
The murmuring surge, |
00:31:40 |
that on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes, |
00:31:47 |
cannot be heard so high. |
00:31:51 |
Set me where you stand. |
00:31:54 |
Give me your hand. |
00:31:58 |
- Ha... |
00:32:01 |
You are now within a foot |
00:32:16 |
Here, my friend, is a jewel |
00:32:22 |
Go thou farther off. Bid me farewell |
00:32:28 |
- Now fare ye well, good sir. |
00:32:31 |
Why I do trifle thus with his despair |
00:32:37 |
O you mighty gods! |
00:32:40 |
This world I do renounce, |
00:32:44 |
and in your sights |
00:32:49 |
If I could bear it longer |
00:32:51 |
and not fall to quarrel |
00:32:57 |
my snuff and loathed part of nature |
00:33:04 |
If Edgar live, O bless him! |
00:33:10 |
Now, fellow, fare thee well. |
00:33:14 |
Gone, sir. Farewell. |
00:33:36 |
Ho, you sir! Friend! Hear you, sir? |
00:33:41 |
Speak! |
00:33:45 |
- What are you, sir? |
00:33:49 |
Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, |
00:33:53 |
so many fathoms down precipitating, |
00:33:56 |
Ten masts at each make not the altitude |
00:34:02 |
Thy life's a miracle. |
00:34:06 |
- Speak yet again. |
00:34:11 |
From the dread summit of this chalky bourn. |
00:34:15 |
- Do but look up. |
00:34:19 |
Is wretchedness deprived that benefit, |
00:34:25 |
Up. So. How is't? |
00:34:27 |
Feel you your legs? |
00:34:31 |
- Too well, too well. |
00:34:35 |
Upon the crown o' the cliff, |
00:34:38 |
what thing was that |
00:34:42 |
- A poor unfortunate beggar. |
00:34:45 |
methought his eyes |
00:34:48 |
He had a thousand noses, |
00:34:50 |
horns welked and waved |
00:34:54 |
It was some fiend. |
00:34:57 |
Therefore, thou happy father, |
00:35:01 |
think that the clearest gods, |
00:35:05 |
who make them honours |
00:35:08 |
have here preserved thee. |
00:35:10 |
I do remember now. |
00:35:13 |
Henceforth I'll bear affliction |
00:35:16 |
till it do cry out itself, |
00:35:27 |
They cannot touch me for coining. |
00:35:31 |
I am the King himself. |
00:35:40 |
There's your press money. |
00:35:44 |
That fellow handles his bow |
00:35:46 |
Draw me a clothier's yard! |
00:35:50 |
No... no... A mouse! |
00:35:56 |
Peace... |
00:35:59 |
peace. |
00:36:02 |
This piece of toasted cheese will do't. |
00:36:11 |
There's my gauntlet. |
00:36:13 |
Ah! |
00:36:17 |
O, well flown, bird! |
00:36:21 |
- Hewgh! Give the word. |
00:36:25 |
- Pass. |
00:36:28 |
Goneril, with a white beard! |
00:36:35 |
Oh! They flattered me like a dog. |
00:36:40 |
To say "ay" and "no" to every thing I said! |
00:36:45 |
When the rain came to wet me once, |
00:36:50 |
and the thunder |
00:36:52 |
there I found 'em, |
00:36:55 |
Go to, they are not men of their words. |
00:36:59 |
They told me I was everything. |
00:37:04 |
'Tis a lie. |
00:37:07 |
I am not ague-proof. |
00:37:10 |
The trick of that voice |
00:37:14 |
Ay, every inch a king. |
00:37:19 |
When I do stare, |
00:37:23 |
I pardon that man's life. |
00:37:26 |
Thou shalt not die. |
00:37:30 |
The wren goes to't, the small gilded fly |
00:37:35 |
Let copulation thrive, |
00:37:41 |
was kinder to his father than my daughters |
00:37:45 |
To't, luxury, pell-mell, |
00:37:52 |
Behold yond simpering dame... |
00:37:56 |
that minces virtue, |
00:37:58 |
shakes the head |
00:38:02 |
The fitchew, nor the soiled horse |
00:38:05 |
goes to't with a more riotous appetite. |
00:38:08 |
But to the girdle do the gods inherit, |
00:38:11 |
beneath... is all the fiends'. |
00:38:16 |
There's hell, there's darkness, |
00:38:19 |
there's burning, scalding... |
00:38:22 |
Fie, fie, fie! |
00:38:27 |
Pah... Pah! |
00:38:32 |
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary. |
00:38:37 |
Sweeten my imagination. |
00:38:41 |
- O, let me kiss that hand! |
00:38:45 |
It smells of mortality. |
00:38:49 |
O ruined piece of nature! |
00:38:51 |
This great world will so wear out to naught. |
00:38:57 |
- Dost thou know me? |
00:39:02 |
Dost thou squiny at me? Read thou this |
00:39:07 |
Were all the letters suns, I could not see. |
00:39:10 |
- Read. |
00:39:12 |
O, ho, are you there with me now? No eyes |
00:39:17 |
Your eyes are in a heavy case, |
00:39:24 |
- Yet you see how this world goes. |
00:39:28 |
What, art mad? |
00:39:31 |
A man may see |
00:39:35 |
Look with your ears, |
00:39:38 |
see how yond justice |
00:39:42 |
Hark, in thine ear. |
00:39:46 |
which is the justice, |
00:39:49 |
which is the thief? |
00:39:52 |
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog |
00:39:55 |
- Ay, sir. |
00:39:58 |
There thou mightst behold |
00:40:01 |
a dog's obeyed in office. |
00:40:06 |
Through tattered clothes |
00:40:10 |
Robes and furred gowns hide all. |
00:40:15 |
None does offend. |
00:40:18 |
None, I said, none! |
00:40:22 |
Take that of me, my friend, |
00:40:24 |
that have the power to |
00:40:28 |
- Get thee glass eyes. |
00:40:32 |
And like a scurvy politician seem |
00:40:38 |
Now, now! Now, now! |
00:40:43 |
Pull off my boots. |
00:40:52 |
I know thee well enough. |
00:41:01 |
Thou must be patient. |
00:41:06 |
We came crying hither. |
00:41:09 |
Thou knowest the first time |
00:41:28 |
I will preach to thee. Mark! |
00:41:32 |
Alack, alack the day! |
00:41:36 |
When we are born... |
00:41:38 |
we cry... |
00:41:41 |
that we are come |
00:41:53 |
This is a good block. |
00:41:57 |
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe a troop |
00:42:07 |
When I have stolen upon |
00:42:14 |
Kill! Kill! |
00:42:18 |
Kill! Kill! |
00:42:23 |
- Kill! |
00:42:31 |
Sir, your most dear daughter... |
00:42:34 |
No rescue? Am I a prisoner? |
00:42:44 |
Use me well. You shall have ransom. |
00:42:47 |
Let me have surgeons. |
00:42:51 |
- You shall have any thing. |
00:42:58 |
I will die bravely. |
00:43:02 |
Like a smug bridegroom. |
00:43:08 |
I will be jovial. |
00:43:12 |
I am a king, my masters, know you that? |
00:43:17 |
You are a royal one. |
00:43:21 |
Then there's life in't. |
00:43:31 |
And you get it, |
00:43:39 |
- Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward? |
00:43:43 |
But, by your favour, |
00:43:45 |
- Near and on speedy foot. |
00:43:50 |
You ever-gentle gods, |
00:43:54 |
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again |
00:43:58 |
to die before you please! |
00:44:01 |
Well pray you, father. |
00:44:04 |
Oh, hearty thanks! |
00:44:08 |
The bounty and the benison of heaven! |
00:44:15 |
A proclaimed prize! |
00:44:22 |
Most happy! |
00:44:25 |
Thou old, unhappy traitor, |
00:44:30 |
briefly thyself remember. |
00:44:33 |
The weapon is out |
00:44:36 |
Now let thy friendly hand |
00:44:42 |
Wherefore, bold peasant, |
00:44:45 |
darest thou support a published traitor? |
00:44:49 |
- Away! Let go his arm. |
00:44:52 |
Let go, slave... |
00:44:57 |
or thou diest! |
00:44:58 |
Nay! You come not near the old man. |
00:45:02 |
Keep out, che vor ye, or I 'ce try whether |
00:45:06 |
- 'Chill be plain with you. |
00:45:08 |
'Chill pick your teeth, sir, |
00:45:27 |
Slave, thou hast slain me. |
00:45:35 |
Villain... |
00:45:39 |
Take my purse. |
00:45:44 |
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body |
00:45:48 |
and give the letters which thou find'st |
00:45:56 |
O, untimely death! Death... |
00:46:05 |
- A serviceable villain. |
00:46:11 |
He's dead. I am only sorry he had |
00:46:15 |
Let us see. |
00:46:22 |
"Edmund, |
00:46:24 |
"Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. |
00:46:29 |
"There is nothing done, if he return |
00:46:33 |
"and his bed my gaol, |
00:46:36 |
"from the loathed warmth whereof deliver me |
00:46:42 |
"Your wife, so I would say, Goneril. " |
00:46:50 |
A plot upon her virtuous husband's life... |
00:46:56 |
and the exchange... my brother! |
00:47:04 |
The King is mad. |
00:47:07 |
How stiff is my vile sense |
00:47:11 |
and have ingenious feelings |
00:47:16 |
Better I were distract. |
00:47:18 |
So should my thoughts |
00:47:24 |
Give me thy hand. |
00:47:38 |
O thou good Kent, how shall I live and work |
00:47:44 |
My life will be too short |
00:47:47 |
To be acknowledged, madam, is o'er-paid. |
00:47:55 |
- These weeds are memories of worser hours. |
00:48:00 |
My boon I make it, that you know me not |
00:48:03 |
Then be't so, my good lord. |
00:48:07 |
So please your majesty, that we may wake |
00:48:11 |
Be govern'd by your knowledge, and proceed. |
00:48:15 |
Ay, madam. In the heaviness of sleep |
00:48:30 |
Be by, good madam, |
00:48:46 |
Please you, draw near. |
00:48:52 |
Come the music there! |
00:48:59 |
O my dear father! |
00:49:04 |
Let this kiss repair those violent harms |
00:49:07 |
that my two sisters |
00:49:20 |
Kind and dear princess! |
00:49:31 |
Had you not been their father, |
00:49:34 |
these white flakes did |
00:49:40 |
Was this a face to be opposed |
00:49:44 |
Mine enemy's dog, though he hath bit me, |
00:49:48 |
should have stood that night against my fire. |
00:49:52 |
He wakes! Speak to him. |
00:49:55 |
Madam, do you. 'Tis fittest. |
00:50:12 |
How does my royal lord? |
00:50:17 |
You do me wrong to take me out o'the grave. |
00:50:25 |
Thou art a soul in bliss, |
00:50:29 |
that mine own tears do |
00:50:38 |
- Sir... |
00:50:42 |
Do you know me? |
00:50:44 |
You are a spirit, I know. |
00:50:48 |
- Still, still far wide! |
00:50:53 |
Where have I been? Where am I? |
00:50:59 |
Fair daylight? |
00:51:02 |
I am mightily abused. |
00:51:05 |
I know not what to say. |
00:51:11 |
Let's see. |
00:51:16 |
I felt that pin-prick. |
00:51:21 |
I would I were assured of my condition. |
00:51:25 |
O look upon me, sir, |
00:51:29 |
and raise your hands in benediction o'er me. |
00:51:36 |
No, sir, you must not kneel. |
00:51:39 |
I pray you, do not mock me. |
00:51:43 |
fourscore and upward, |
00:51:47 |
and, to deal plainly, |
00:51:55 |
Methinks I should know you, |
00:51:58 |
but I am doubtful, and I am mainly ignorant |
00:52:04 |
And all the skill I have |
00:52:12 |
Do not laugh at me, |
00:52:16 |
for, as I am a man, |
00:52:18 |
I think this lady to be my child Cordelia. |
00:52:25 |
And so I am, I am. |
00:52:31 |
Be your tears wet? Yes, faith! |
00:52:36 |
I pray you, weep not. |
00:52:42 |
I know you do not love me, |
00:52:46 |
as I remember, done me wrong. |
00:52:48 |
You have some cause. They have none. |
00:52:52 |
No cause, no cause. |
00:53:00 |
- Am I in France? |
00:53:03 |
- Do not abuse me. |
00:53:07 |
The great rage, you see, is killed in him. |
00:53:19 |
Will't please your highness walk? |
00:53:26 |
You must bear with me. |
00:53:33 |
I pray you now, |
00:53:36 |
forget... and forgive. |
00:53:57 |
I am old and foolish. |
00:54:18 |
'Tis time to look about. The powers |
00:54:23 |
The arbitrement is like to be bloody. |
00:54:28 |
Fare you well, sir. |
00:54:33 |
My point and period will be throughly wrought, |
00:54:42 |
Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold? |
00:54:46 |
He's full of alteration and self-reproving. |
00:54:52 |
Bring his constant pleasure. |
00:54:56 |
- Our sister's man is certainly miscarried. |
00:55:10 |
Now... sweet lord, |
00:55:16 |
you know the goodness I intend upon you. |
00:55:22 |
Tell me but truly, but then speak the truth. |
00:55:25 |
- Do you not love my sister? |
00:55:31 |
But have you never found my brother's way |
00:55:37 |
That thought abuses you. |
00:55:46 |
I am doubtful that you have been conjunct |
00:55:51 |
as far as we call hers. |
00:55:53 |
No, by mine honour, madam. |
00:55:55 |
I never shall endure her. |
00:56:01 |
be not familiar with her. |
00:56:04 |
Fear not. |
00:56:14 |
I had rather lose the battle |
00:56:17 |
Our very loving sister, well be-met. |
00:56:25 |
This I heard. |
00:56:28 |
The King is come to his daughter, with others |
00:56:34 |
Where I could not be honest, |
00:56:36 |
For this business, it touches us |
00:56:41 |
not bolds the King, with others, whom, I |
00:56:47 |
Sir, you speak nobly. |
00:56:49 |
- Why is this reasoned? |
00:56:52 |
For these domestic and particular broils |
00:56:54 |
Let's then determine |
00:56:58 |
I shall attend you presently at your tent. |
00:57:03 |
Sister, you'll go with us. |
00:57:06 |
No. |
00:57:09 |
'Tis most convenient. Pray go with us. |
00:57:14 |
I know the riddle. |
00:57:19 |
I will go. |
00:57:30 |
If e'er your grace had speech |
00:57:36 |
I'll overtake you. Speak. |
00:57:38 |
Before you fight the battle, ope this letter. |
00:57:43 |
If you have victory, let the trumpet sound |
00:57:47 |
Wretched though I seem, |
00:57:50 |
I can produce a champion |
00:57:58 |
- Fortune love you. |
00:58:02 |
I was forbid it. |
00:58:07 |
let but the herald cry |
00:58:10 |
Why, fare you well. |
00:58:21 |
- Your haste is urged upon you. |
00:58:30 |
To both these sisters have I sworn my love, |
00:58:34 |
each jealous of the other, |
00:58:39 |
Which of them shall I take? |
00:58:41 |
Both? |
00:58:43 |
One? |
00:58:46 |
Or neither? |
00:58:48 |
Neither can be enjoyed if both remain alive. |
00:58:53 |
Now, we'll use his countenance |
00:58:58 |
let her who would be rid of him |
00:59:02 |
As for the mercy which he intends |
00:59:07 |
the battle done and they within our power, |
00:59:12 |
shall never see his pardon. |
00:59:19 |
Here, father, |
00:59:21 |
take the shadow of this tree |
00:59:29 |
If ever I return, I will bring you comfort. |
00:59:34 |
Grace go with you, sir! |
00:59:37 |
Pray that the right may thrive. |
01:00:16 |
Away, old man! |
01:00:21 |
King Lear hath lost, |
01:00:27 |
- Give me thy hand. Come on. |
01:00:32 |
What, in ill thoughts again? |
01:00:38 |
Men must endure their going hence... |
01:00:46 |
even as their coming hither. |
01:00:51 |
Ripeness is all. |
01:00:56 |
Give me thy hand, come on! |
01:01:01 |
That's true too. |
01:01:12 |
Good guard, until their greater pleasures |
01:01:17 |
We are not the first who with best meaning, |
01:01:27 |
For thee, oppressed King, |
01:01:33 |
Myself could else out-frown |
01:01:39 |
Shall we not see these daughters |
01:01:43 |
No, no, no, no! |
01:01:47 |
Come, let's away to prison. |
01:01:51 |
We two alone shall sing |
01:01:56 |
And when you ask me blessing |
01:01:59 |
I'll kneel down |
01:02:03 |
And so we'll live, and pray, and sing, |
01:02:08 |
and tell old tales, |
01:02:11 |
and laugh at gilded butterflies, |
01:02:15 |
and hear poor rogues talk of court news, |
01:02:18 |
and we'll talk with them too. |
01:02:21 |
Who loses and who wins, |
01:02:26 |
and take upon us the mystery of things |
01:02:32 |
as if we were God's spies. |
01:02:38 |
Take them away. |
01:02:40 |
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, |
01:02:43 |
the gods themselves throw incense. |
01:02:48 |
Have I caught thee? |
01:02:51 |
He that parts us, |
01:02:54 |
bring a brand from heaven |
01:03:01 |
Wipe thine eyes. |
01:03:08 |
Come. |
01:03:29 |
Come hither, captain. |
01:03:33 |
Hark. Take thou this note. |
01:03:36 |
Go follow them to the prison. |
01:03:39 |
If thou dost as this instructs thee, |
01:03:49 |
To be tender-minded |
01:03:54 |
I'll do't, my lord. |
01:03:59 |
I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats. |
01:04:05 |
If it be man's work, I'll do't. |
01:04:48 |
Sir, you have shown |
01:04:52 |
and Fortune led you well. |
01:05:05 |
You have the captives who were |
01:05:11 |
I do require them of you. |
01:05:14 |
I thought it fit to send |
01:05:17 |
to some retention and appointed guard. |
01:05:20 |
With him I sent the Queen and they are ready |
01:05:23 |
to appear where you shall hold your session. |
01:05:26 |
Sir, by your patience, |
01:05:28 |
I hold you but a subject of this war, |
01:05:35 |
That's as we list to grace him. |
01:05:39 |
Methinks our pleasure might have |
01:05:42 |
He led our powers, |
01:05:47 |
the which immediacy may well stand up |
01:05:51 |
Not so hot! |
01:05:53 |
In his own grace he doth exalt himself |
01:05:58 |
In my rights, by me invested, |
01:06:02 |
That were the most were he to husband you. |
01:06:06 |
Jesters do oft prove prophets. |
01:06:09 |
Holla, holla! That eye that told you so |
01:06:13 |
Lady... |
01:06:18 |
I am not well, else I should answer |
01:06:23 |
General, take thou my soldiers, |
01:06:27 |
prisoners, patrimony. |
01:06:31 |
Dispose of them, of me. The walls are thine. |
01:06:35 |
Witness the world |
01:06:38 |
that I create thee here |
01:06:41 |
my lord and master. |
01:06:45 |
- Mean you to enjoy him? |
01:06:48 |
- Nor in thine, lord. |
01:06:51 |
Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine. |
01:06:55 |
Stay yet, hear reason. |
01:06:57 |
Edmund, I arrest thee on capital treason, |
01:07:01 |
and, in thine attaint, this gilded serpent. |
01:07:06 |
For your claim, fair sister, |
01:07:08 |
I bar it in the interest of my wife. |
01:07:12 |
'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord. |
01:07:16 |
If you will marry, make your loves to me. |
01:07:19 |
An interlude! |
01:07:21 |
Thou art arm'd, Gloucester. |
01:07:26 |
If none appear to prove upon thy person |
01:07:31 |
I will myself approve it. |
01:07:33 |
- Sick... |
01:07:37 |
What in the world he is |
01:07:41 |
Call by the trumpet. He that dares approach, |
01:07:46 |
- I will maintain my truth and honour firmly. |
01:07:51 |
- My sickness grows upon me. |
01:07:57 |
Come hither, herald. |
01:08:07 |
"If any man of quality or degree |
01:08:11 |
"will maintain upon Edmund, |
01:08:16 |
"that he is a manifold traitor, |
01:08:19 |
"let him appear by the third sound |
01:08:32 |
Again! |
01:08:44 |
Again! |
01:09:03 |
Ask him his purposes, why he appears |
01:09:09 |
What are you? |
01:09:11 |
Your name, your quality, and why |
01:09:15 |
Know, my name is lost, |
01:09:18 |
by treason's tooth bare-gnawn |
01:09:21 |
Yet am I noble as the adversary |
01:09:24 |
Which is that adversary? |
01:09:26 |
What's he that speaks |
01:09:29 |
Himself. What sayest thou to him? |
01:09:33 |
Thou art a traitor... |
01:09:37 |
false to thy gods, |
01:09:40 |
thy brother, and thy father. |
01:09:44 |
Say thou "no", thou liest. |
01:09:48 |
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head. |
01:10:00 |
This sword of mine |
01:10:04 |
where they shall rest for ever. |
01:11:27 |
No! |
01:11:39 |
This is practise, Gloucester. |
01:11:41 |
By the laws of war thou wast not bound |
01:11:46 |
Thou art not vanquished, |
01:11:50 |
Thou, worse than any name, |
01:11:59 |
No tearing, lady! I perceive you know it. |
01:12:04 |
What, if I do? The laws are mine, not thine. |
01:12:09 |
Who can arraign me for't? |
01:12:12 |
Most monstrous! O! |
01:12:20 |
Ask me not what I know. |
01:12:26 |
After her. She's desperate. Govern her. |
01:12:31 |
What you have charged me with, |
01:12:35 |
and more, much more. |
01:12:38 |
The time will bring it out. |
01:12:43 |
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund. |
01:12:49 |
My name is Edgar... |
01:12:53 |
and thy father's son. |
01:12:57 |
The gods are just, |
01:13:02 |
and of our pleasant vices |
01:13:05 |
'Tis true. |
01:13:08 |
The wheel has come full circle. |
01:13:14 |
Where have you hid yourself? How have |
01:13:18 |
By nursing them, my lord. |
01:13:24 |
List a brief tale. |
01:13:28 |
The bloody proclamation to escape |
01:13:32 |
taught me to shift into a madman's rags, |
01:13:37 |
and in this habit met I my father |
01:13:43 |
with his bleeding rings, |
01:13:49 |
I became his guide, led him, |
01:13:54 |
Never... O fault! |
01:14:00 |
...revealed myself unto him until |
01:14:05 |
I asked his blessing, |
01:14:10 |
but his flawed heart, |
01:14:16 |
alack, too weak the conflict to support, |
01:14:21 |
joy and grief, |
01:14:26 |
burst... |
01:14:29 |
smilingly. |
01:14:33 |
This tale of yours hath moved me, |
01:14:40 |
If there be more, more woeful, hold it in. |
01:14:43 |
Whilst I was big in clamour |
01:14:46 |
who once had seen me in my worst estate, |
01:14:50 |
and finding who it was who so endured, |
01:14:52 |
and bellowed out as he'd burst heaven, |
01:14:57 |
told the most piteous tale of Lear and him |
01:15:00 |
- But who was this? |
01:15:05 |
- Help, help! O, help! |
01:15:11 |
'Tis hot, it smokes! |
01:15:18 |
O, she's dead! |
01:15:22 |
- Who dead? Speak, man. |
01:15:28 |
And her sister by her is poisoned. |
01:15:33 |
I was contracted to them both. |
01:15:40 |
Here comes Kent. |
01:15:42 |
Produce their bodies, |
01:15:49 |
Is this he? |
01:15:52 |
I am come to bid my king and master |
01:15:56 |
Speak, Edmund. Where's the King |
01:16:19 |
See'st thou this object, Kent? |
01:16:23 |
Alack, why thus? |
01:16:27 |
Yet Edmund was beloved. |
01:16:31 |
I pant for life. |
01:16:35 |
Some good I mean to do |
01:16:39 |
Quickly send! |
01:16:43 |
for my writ is on the life |
01:16:46 |
- Nay, send in time! |
01:16:49 |
- Who has the office? |
01:16:54 |
Take my sword! |
01:16:59 |
The gods defend them. |
01:17:17 |
Howl! |
01:17:23 |
Howl! |
01:17:31 |
Howl! |
01:17:38 |
Howl... |
01:17:41 |
O, you are men of stone! |
01:17:45 |
Had I your tongues and eyes, |
01:17:48 |
I'd use them |
01:17:53 |
She's gone for ever. |
01:17:57 |
I know when one is dead, |
01:18:01 |
She's dead as earth. |
01:18:05 |
Lend me a looking-glass. |
01:18:07 |
If that her breaths do |
01:18:11 |
why, then she lives. |
01:18:14 |
- Is this the promised end? |
01:18:18 |
- Fall, and cease! |
01:18:24 |
If it be so, it is a chance that does redeem |
01:18:28 |
all sorrows that ever I have felt. |
01:18:31 |
- O my good master! |
01:18:35 |
- 'Tis noble Kent, your friend. |
01:18:41 |
I might have saved her. |
01:18:45 |
Now she's gone for ever. |
01:18:51 |
Cordelia... |
01:18:58 |
Cordelia... |
01:19:04 |
Stay a little... |
01:19:12 |
Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low, |
01:19:18 |
an excellent thing in woman. |
01:19:21 |
I killed the slave that was a-hanging thee. |
01:19:24 |
- 'Tis true, my lords, he did. |
01:19:28 |
I have seen the day, |
01:19:30 |
I would have made them skip. |
01:19:36 |
I am old now |
01:19:42 |
Who are you? Mine eyes are not of the best, |
01:19:48 |
If Fortune brag of two she loved and hated, |
01:19:54 |
This is a dull sight. |
01:20:00 |
Are you not Kent? |
01:20:02 |
The same, your servant Kent. |
01:20:06 |
Oh, he's a good fellow, |
01:20:10 |
He'll strike, and quickly too. |
01:20:14 |
He's dead and rotten. |
01:20:16 |
- No, my good lord. I am the very man... |
01:20:20 |
That, from your first of difference |
01:20:24 |
- You are welcome hither. |
01:20:26 |
All's cheerless, dark, and deadly. |
01:20:29 |
Your eldest daughters |
01:20:33 |
and desperately are dead. |
01:20:40 |
Ay, so I think. |
01:20:44 |
He knows not what he says, |
01:20:48 |
Very bootless. |
01:20:51 |
Edmund, my lord, is dead. |
01:20:57 |
What comforts to this... |
01:21:00 |
great decay may come shall be applied. |
01:21:03 |
For us we will resign, |
01:21:08 |
to him our absolute power. |
01:21:11 |
All friends shall taste |
01:21:14 |
and all foes the cup of their deservings. |
01:21:22 |
And my poor fool is hanged! |
01:21:29 |
No... no... no life! |
01:21:37 |
Why should a dog, a horse, |
01:21:41 |
a rat, have life... |
01:21:45 |
and thou no breath at all? |
01:21:51 |
Thou'It come no more. |
01:21:54 |
Never... |
01:22:00 |
never... |
01:22:05 |
never... |
01:22:09 |
Never... |
01:22:14 |
never... |
01:22:24 |
Pray you undo this button. |
01:22:33 |
Thank you, sir. |
01:22:40 |
Look, her lips! |
01:22:43 |
Look there! |
01:22:46 |
Look there... |
01:22:51 |
- He faints! My lord, my lord! |
01:22:56 |
- Look up, my lord. |
01:23:01 |
He hates him that would upon the rack |
01:23:10 |
He is gone, indeed. |
01:23:14 |
Friends of my soul, |
01:23:19 |
and the gored state sustain. |
01:23:22 |
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go. |
01:23:27 |
My master calls me, I must not say no. |
01:23:43 |
The weight of this sad time... |
01:23:51 |
we must obey. |
01:23:55 |
Speak what we feel, |
01:23:59 |
not what we ought to say. |
01:24:05 |
The oldest hath borne most. |
01:24:11 |
We that are young |
01:24:14 |
shall never see so much, |
01:24:18 |
nor live so long. |