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- Edition: King Lear
King Lear (Modern, Quarto)
- Introduction
- Texts of this edition
- Contextual materials
- Holinshed on King Lear
- The History of King Leir
- Albion's England (Selection)
- Hardyng's Chronicle (Selection)
- Kings of Britain
- Chronicles of England
- Faerie Queene
- The Mirror for Magistrates
- The Arcadia
- A Declaration of Egregious Popish Impostures
- Aristotle on tragedy
- The Book of Job (Selections)
- The Monk's Tale (Selections)
- The Defense of Poetry
- The First Blast of the Trumpet
- Basilicon Doron
- On Bastards
- On Aging
- King Lear (Adapted by Nahum Tate)
- Facsimiles
Blow wind and crack your cheeks. Rage, blow.
O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house 16661444is better than this rainwater out o'door. 1445Good nuncle 1667in, and ask thy daughters' blessing. 1446Here's a night pities 1668neither wise man nor fool.
Rumble thy bellyful. Spit fire, spout rain.
9.21.1[Sings]
No, I will be the pattern of all patience.
9.31.1[He sits.]
9.31.2Enter Kent [disguised].
Who's there?
Alas, sir, sit you here? 1470Things that love night
Let the great gods
Alack, bare-headed?
My wit begins to turn.
9.68.1[Sings.]
9.69He that has a little tiny wit,
True, my good boy. [To Kent] Come bring us to this hovel.