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- Edition: King Lear
King Lear (Folio 1, 1623)
- Introduction
- Texts of this edition
- Contextual materials
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- Holinshed on King Lear
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- The History of King Leir
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- Albion's England (Selection)
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- Hardyng's Chronicle (Selection)
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- Kings of Britain
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- Chronicles of England
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- Faerie Queene
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- The Mirror for Magistrates
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- The Arcadia
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- A Declaration of Egregious Popish Impostures
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- Aristotle on tragedy
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- The Book of Job (Selections)
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- The Monk's Tale (Selections)
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- The Defense of Poetry
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- The First Blast of the Trumpet
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- Basilicon Doron
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- On Bastards
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- On Aging
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- King Lear (Adapted by Nahum Tate)
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- Facsimiles
2266Scena Secunda.
2267Enter Gonerill, Bastard, and Steward.
2271I told him of the Army that was Landed:
2272He smil'd at it. I told him you were comming,
2274And of the loyall Seruice of his Sonne
2275When I inform'd him, then he call'd me Sot,
2276And told me I had turn'd the wrong side out:
2281That dares not vndertake: Hee'l not feele wrongs
2286Into my Husbands hands. This trustie Seruant
2287Shall passe betweene vs: ere long you are like to heare
2288(If you dare venture in your owne behalfe)
2291Would stretch thy Spirits vp into the ayre:
2292Conceiue, and fare thee well.
2296To thee a Womans seruices are due,
2297My Foole vsurpes my body.
2298Stew. Madam, here come's my Lord.
2299Enter Albany.
2301Alb. Oh Gonerill,
2302You are not worth the dust which the rude winde
2303Blowes in your face.
2304Gon. Milke-Liuer'd man,
2305That bear'st a cheeke for blowes, a head for wrongs,
2309Proper deformitie seemes not in the Fiend
2310So horrid as in woman.
2311Gon. Oh vaine Foole.
2312Enter a Messenger.
2314Slaine by his Seruant, going to put out
2315The other eye of Glouster.
2319To his great Master, who, threat-enrag'd
2320Flew on him, and among'st them fell'd him dead,
2322Hath pluckt him after.
2326Lost he his other eye?
2327Mes. Both, both, my Lord.
2329'Tis from your Sister.
2330Gon. One way I like this well,
2331But being widdow, and my Glouster with her,
2332May all the building in my fancie plucke
2333Vpon my hatefull life. Another way
2335Alb. Where was his Sonne,
2336When they did take his eyes?
2337Mes. Come with my Lady hither.
2338Alb. He is not heere.
2339Mes. No my good Lord, I met him backe againe.
2343Might haue the freer course.
2346And to reuenge thine eyes. Come hither Friend,