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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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1 |
King Lear
[I, 1] |
Earl of Kent |
11 |
I cannot conceive you.
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2 |
King Lear
[I, 1] |
Earl of Kent |
15 |
I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so
proper.
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3 |
King Lear
[I, 1] |
Cordelia |
93 |
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.
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4 |
King Lear
[I, 2] |
Earl of Gloucester |
380 |
[reads] 'This policy and reverence of age makes the world
bitter to the best of our times; keeps our fortunes from us
till our oldness cannot relish them. I begin to find an idle
and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways,
not as it hath power, but as it is suffer'd. Come to me, that
of this I may speak more. If our father would sleep till I
wak'd him, you should enjoy half his revenue for ever, and live
the beloved of your brother,
'EDGAR.'
Hum! Conspiracy? 'Sleep till I wak'd him, you should enjoy half
his revenue.' My son Edgar! Had he a hand to write this? a heart
and brain to breed it in? When came this to you? Who brought it?
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5 |
King Lear
[I, 2] |
Earl of Gloucester |
421 |
He cannot be such a monster.
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6 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Earl of Kent |
547 |
I do profess to be no less than I seem, to serve him truly
that will put me in trust, to love him that is honest, to
converse with him that is wise and says little, to fear
judgment, to fight when I cannot choose, and to eat no fish.
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7 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Knight |
593 |
I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for
my duty cannot be silent when I think your Highness wrong'd.
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8 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Duke of Albany |
842 |
I cannot be so partial, Goneril,
To the great love I bear you—
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9 |
King Lear
[I, 4] |
Duke of Albany |
877 |
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
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10 |
King Lear
[I, 5] |
Fool |
898 |
Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose, that what a
man cannot smell out, 'a may spy into.
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11 |
King Lear
[II, 2] |
Duke of Cornwall |
1163 |
This is some fellow
Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect
A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb
Quite from his nature. He cannot flatter, he!
An honest mind and plain- he must speak truth!
An they will take it, so; if not, he's plain.
These kind of knaves I know which in this plainness
Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends
Than twenty silly-ducking observants
That stretch their duties nicely.
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12 |
King Lear
[II, 4] |
Regan |
1422 |
I cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation. If, sir, perchance
She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.
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13 |
King Lear
[II, 4] |
Regan |
1590 |
This house is little; the old man and 's people
Cannot be well bestow'd.
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14 |
King Lear
[III, 2] |
Earl of Kent |
1718 |
Alas, sir, are you here? Things that love night
Love not such nights as these. The wrathful skies
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark
And make them keep their caves. Since I was man,
Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder,
Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never
Remember to have heard. Man's nature cannot carry
Th' affliction nor the fear.
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15 |
King Lear
[III, 4] |
Earl of Gloucester |
1940 |
Go in with me. My duty cannot suffer
T' obey in all your daughters' hard commands.
Though their injunction be to bar my doors
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you,
Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out
And bring you where both fire and food is ready.
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16 |
King Lear
[III, 6] |
Lear |
2053 |
She cannot deny it.
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17 |
King Lear
[IV, 1] |
Old Man |
2267 |
You cannot see your way.
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18 |
King Lear
[IV, 1] |
Edgar |
2308 |
Poor Tom's acold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further.
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19 |
King Lear
[IV, 2] |
Duke of Albany |
2373 |
O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face! I fear your disposition.
That nature which contemns it origin
Cannot be bordered certain in itself.
She that herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither
And come to deadly use.
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20 |
King Lear
[IV, 6] |
Edgar |
2611 |
Come on, sir; here's the place. Stand still. How fearful
And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles. Halfway down
Hangs one that gathers sampire- dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
The fishermen that walk upon the beach
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring bark,
Diminish'd to her cock; her cock, a buoy
Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge
That on th' unnumb'red idle pebble chafes
Cannot be heard so high. I'll look no more,
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.
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