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- 1Lear - A02 D I C T A T O R N O H O PDoes anyone else here know me? This is not Lear
Is man no more than this...a poor, bare, forked animal
Crowned with..furrow weeds
These hot tears which break from me
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes
To-and-fro conflicting wind and rain
O Fool! I shall go mad
Robes and furred gowns hide all, plate sin with gold
Nothing will come of nothing: speak again
O! let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow!
O! I have ta'en too little care of this
Property of blood - 2Cordelia - A02 W O M A N W A T S P L I TWe two alone will sing like birds in the cage
O you king Gods/Cure this great breach in his abused nature
My poor fool is hanged!
According to my bond:no more nor less
Nothing, my lord
Who with best meaning have incurred the worst
A wretch whom Nature is ashamed almost t'acknowledge
Thou gav'st thy golden one away
She is herself a dowry
Property of blood
Love and be silent
I cannot heave my heart into my mouth
The holy water from her heavenly eyes - 3Goneril - A02 S L Y T O T S T D YSharper than a serpent's tooth
Like a vulture
You see how full of change age is
Tigers not daughters
O, Regan, she hath tied sharp-tooth unkindness
Though art a boil, A plague-sore
Struck me with her tongue, most serpent-like
Thou art a fiend/A woman's shape doth shield thee
Down from the waist they are centaurs
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind/Blows in your face - 4Regan - A02 F A T P I G S H Y M NFollow me
All vengeance comes too short
Tigers, not daughters
Pelican daughters
If they come to...my house, I'll not be there
Go thrust him out..let him smell his way to Dover
Sick, o sick! My sickness grows upon me
How now, you dog!
You unnatural hags
My lord and masters
Nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine - 5Edgar - AO2 P E A S A T W U W GPoor Tom's a cold
Edgar I nothing am
Away! the foul fiend follows me
Some villain hath done me wrong
[Aside] O! matter and impertinency mixed;Reason in madness
The foul fiend haunts poor Tom
We that are young/Shall never see so much, nor live so long
Unnatural, detested, brutish villain!
Who is whipped from tithing to tithing
Give me your hand - 6Edmund - A02 B I T I N N N N T M LBrand they us with base? with baseness?
If not by birth have lands by wit
The younger rises when the old doth fall
Is the excellent foppery of the world
Now gods, stand up for bastards!
Nothing, my Lord
Nature, art my goddess; to thy law my services are bound
Neither can be enjoyed if both remain alive
The wheel is full circle
My nativity was under Ursa Major...I am rough and lecherous
Loyal and natural boy - 7Gloucester - A02 O I M G I L T Y W I TOppression of aged tyranny
I am almost mad myself
My old heart is cracked, it's cracked
Give me some help! o cruel! o you Gods
I have no way and therefore want no eyes
Loyal and natural boy
The bond cracked twixt son and father
You ever gentle Gods, take my breath from me
When madmen lead the blind
I stumbled when I saw
These late eclipses...portend no good - 8The Fool - A02 I M I T A T T T T F MI had rather be any kind o'thing than a fool
May not an ass know when a cart draws the horse?
I am better than thou art now
The fool will stay/ And let the wise man fly
A wise man and a fool
The hedge sparrow fed the cuckoo so long...it had it head bit off by it young
Thou gav'st thy golden one away
They'll have me whipped for speaking true
Thou should'st not have been old till thou hadst been wise
Fathers that wear rags/ Do make their children blind
Man's life is cheap as beast's - 9Kent - A02 M A S C O T B I W I T SMy life i never held but as a pawn
All's cheerless, dark and deadly
Strike, you slave! stand, rogue!
Call not your stocks for me; I serve the king
Oppressed nature sleeps
To go out of my dialect
Break, heart; I prithee Break!
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go
When majesty falls to folly
I will not sleep, my Lord, till I have delivered your letter
The Gods reward your kindness
See better, Lear - 10Cornwall - A02 S T I F F M O PShut up your doors my Lord; 'tis a wild night
Throw this slave upon the dunghill
I will have my revenge
Follow me, Lady
Fetch forth the stocks! you stubborn ancient knave..we'll teach you
My Regan
Out, vile jelly! where is thy lustre now?
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us
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