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1

King Lear
[I, 2]

Earl of Gloucester

357

Kent banish'd thus? and France in choler parted?
And the King gone to-night? subscrib'd his pow'r?
Confin'd to exhibition? All this done
Upon the gad? Edmund, how now? What news?

2

King Lear
[I, 2]

Edmund

364

I know no news, my lord.

3

King Lear
[II, 1]

Curan

932

Nay, I know not. You have heard of the news abroad- I mean the
whisper'd ones, for they are yet but ear-kissing arguments?

4

King Lear
[II, 1]

Duke of Cornwall

1023

How now, my noble friend? Since I came hither
(Which I can call but now) I have heard strange news.

5

King Lear
[IV, 2]

Duke of Albany

2417

What news?

6

King Lear
[IV, 2]

Goneril

2435

[aside] One way I like this well;
But being widow, and my Gloucester with her,
May all the building in my fancy pluck
Upon my hateful life. Another way
The news is not so tart.- I'll read, and answer. Exit.

7

King Lear
[IV, 4]

Messenger

2539

News, madam.
The British pow'rs are marching hitherward.

8

King Lear
[V, 3]

Lear

3131

No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too-
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out-
And take upon 's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by th' moon.