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- Edition: King Lear
King Lear (Modern, Extended Quarto)
- 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
873[Scene 5]
[To Kent] Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. 876Acquaint 744my daughter no further with anything you 877know than comes 745from her demand out of the letter. 878If your diligence be not 746speedy I shall be there before 879you.
Exit.
884Lear
Ay, boy.
Then I prithee be merry. Thy wit shall ne'er go 886slipshod.
Ha ha ha.
Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly, 889for 754though she's as like this as a crab is like an 890apple, yet I con what 755I can tell.
Why, what canst thou tell, my boy?
She'll taste as like this as a crab doth to a 893crab. Thou 758canst not tell why one's nose stands in the middle 894of his face?
No.
Why, to keep his eyes on either side 's nose, 897that what 761a man cannot smell out 'a may spy into.
I did her wrong.
Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?
900Lear
No.
Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has 902a house.
Why?
Why, to put his head in, not to give it away to his 905767daughter, and leave his horns without a case.
Thy asses are gone about them. The reason why 909the 771seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason.
Because they are not eight?
Yes. Thou wouldst make a good fool.
To tak't again perforce. Monster ingratitude!
How's that?
[Enter a servant.]
Are 920the horses ready?
Ready, my lord.
922Lear
Come, boy.
Exeunt [all but the Fool].
She that is maid now, and laughs at my departure,