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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! accident!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!

Male monarch Lear (1608) is a play by William Shakespeare that is more often than not regarded as one of his greatest tragedies. It is based on the legend of Leir, a rex of pre-Roman U.k..

Act I [edit]

Unhappy that I am, I cannot boost
My heart into my mouth

Mend your speech a little,
Lest you may mar your fortunes.

Thy truth, then, be thy dower.

Kill thy doctor, and the fee bestow
Upon the foul illness.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
Who embrace faults, at final shame them derides

Striving to better, often we mar what's well.

• Nothing can come of nil: speak over again.
  • Lear, Scene I

• Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
  My heart into my rima oris: I love your majesty
  According to my bond; no more nor less.
  • Cordelia, Scene I

• Mend your oral communication a little,
  Lest you may mar your fortunes.
  • Lear, Scene I

• Lear: And so young, and and so untender?
  Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.
  Lear: Let it be and then; — thy truth, and so, exist thy dower.
  • Scene I

• Come non between the dragon and his wrath.
  • Lear, Scene I

• Lear: The bow is aptitude and drawn; brand from the shaft.
  Kent: Allow it fall rather, though the fork invade
  The region of my heart
  • Scene I

• Kill thy physician, and the fee bequeath
  Upon the foul disease.
  • Kent, Scene I

• Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
  Who encompass faults, at concluding shame them derides.
  • Cordelia, Scene I

• Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath e'er but slenderly known himself.
  • Regan, Scene I

• Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take
  More composition and trigger-happy quality
  Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
  Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops
  Got 'tween asleep and wake?
  • Edmund, Scene Two

• Now, gods, stand upwards for bastards!
  • Edmund, Scene II

• We have seen the all-time of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.
  • Gloucester, Scene Two

• This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, frequently the surfeit of our ain behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that nosotros are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whore-principal man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
  • Edmund, Scene Ii

• Truth'south a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out, when Lady the brach may stand by the fire and stink.
  • The Fool, scene 4; brach is an archaic term for bitch.

• Accept more m showest,
  Speak less than thou knowest,
  Lend less than thou owest,
  Ride more than chiliad goest,
  Larn more 1000 trowest,
  Ready less than thousand throwest;
  Exit thy drink and thy whore,
  And go along in-a-door,
  And grand shall accept more
  Than two tens to a score.
  • The Fool, Scene IV

• The hedge sparrow fed the cuckoo so long,
  That it had it head fleck off by it young.
  • The Fool, Scene Four

• Ingratitude, grand marble-hearted fiend,
  More hideous, when one thousand show'st thee in a kid
  Than the sea-monster!
  • Lear, Scene 4

• How sharper than a serpent's tooth information technology is
  To have a thankless child!
  • Lear, Scene Four

• Striving to amend, oft we mar what's well.
  • Albany, Scene 4

Act II [edit]

Fortune, expert-nighttime: smile once more; plow thy wheel!

• Oswald: Why dost thousand use me thus? I know thee not.
  Kent: Fellow, I know thee.
  Oswald: What dost thou know me for?
  Kent: A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, measly, iii-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, activity-taking whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; i-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in manner of expert service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I volition shell into clamorous whining, if thousand deniest the least syllable of thy add-on.
  • Scene II

• I have seen better faces in my time,
  Than stands on any shoulder that I see
  Before me at this instant.
  • Kent, Scene Two

• This is some fellow,
  Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
  A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb
  Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he!
  An honest listen 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
  Harbor more craft and more corrupter ends
  Than twenty silly-ducking observants
  That stretch their duties nicely.
  • Cornwall, Scene Ii

• Fortune, good-night: smile once more; plough thy wheel!
  • Kent, Scene Ii

• That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
  And follows merely for form,
  Will pack when it begins to rain,
  And leave thee in the storm.
  But I will tarry; the fool will stay,
  And let the wise man wing:
  The knave turns fool that runs away;
  The fool, no knave, perdy.
  • The Fool, Scene Iv

• O, sir, you are old;
  Nature in y'all stands on the very verge
  Of her confine: you should be rul'd and led
  Past some discretion, that discerns your land
  Better than you yourself.
  • Regan, Scene 4

• Our basest beggars
  Are in the poorest thing superfluous:
  Allow not nature more than nature needs,
  Homo'southward life is cheap as beast's.
  • Lear, Scene IV

• Y'all come across me here, y'all gods, a poor old man,
  As total of grief equally age; wretched in both!
  If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
  Against their father, fool me not then much
  To bear information technology tamely; touch on me with noble anger,
  And allow not women'south weapons, water-drops,
  Stain my man's cheeks!
  • Lear, Scene IV

• I will practise such things,
  What they are, still I know not; but they shall be
  The terrors of the globe.
  • Lear, Scene Iv

• I accept full crusade of weeping; but this eye
  Shall break into a hundred thou flaws
  Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall become mad!
  • Lear, Scene 4

Act Iii [edit]

Strike apartment the thick rotundity o' the world!
Cleft nature'southward molds, all germens spill at once
That brand ingrateful man!

• Accident, winds, and fissure your cheeks! rage! blow!
  You lot cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
  Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
  You lot sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
  Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
  Singe my white head! And g, all-shaking thunder,
  Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
  Cleft nature's molds, all germens spill at one time
  That brand ingrateful man!
  • Lear, Scene II

• I am a man,
  More sinn'd confronting than sinning.
  • Lear, Scene Ii

• The art of our necessities is foreign,
  And can make vile things precious.
  • Lear, Scene Ii

• He that has and a piddling tiny wit,
  With hey, ho, the current of air and the rain,
  Must make content with his fortunes fit,
  Though the pelting it raineth every day.
  • The Fool, Scene Two

• O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;
  No more than of that.
  • Lear, Scene Iv

• Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er yous are,
  That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
  How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
  Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
  From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en
  Too little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
  Expose thyself to feel what wretches experience,
  That 1000 mayst shake the superflux to them,
  And show the heavens more simply.
  • Lear, Scene Four

• Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hibernate, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here'southward iii on 's are sophisticated; m art the thing itself; unaccomodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked creature as thou art.
  • Lear, Scene IV

• The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
  • Edgar, Scene 4

• Kid Rowland to the night belfry came,
  His give-and-take was still, —Fie, foh, and fum,
  I smell the blood of a British man.
  • Edgar, Scene IV

• He's mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse'south health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath.
  • The Fool, Scene VI

• Cry y'all mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.
  • Fool, Scene VI

• Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
  His way to Dover.
  • Regan, Scene VII

Act IV [edit]

• I accept no way, and therefore want no eyes;
  I stumbled when I saw: full oft 'tis seen,
  Our ways secure usa, and our mere defects
  Show our commodities.
  • Gloucester, Scene I

• And worse I may be notwithstanding: the worst is not,
  So long as we can say, This is the worst.
  • Edgar, Scene I

• Every bit flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods, —
  They kill usa for their sport.
  • Gloucester, Scene I

• You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
  Blows in your confront.
  • Albany, Scene Ii

• She that herself will sliver and disbranch
  From her material sap, perforce must wither
  And come to deadly utilize.
  • Albany, Scene II

• Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile:
  Filths savour but themselves.
  • Albany, Scene 2

• Information technology is the stars,
  The stars above united states of america, govern our weather;
  • Kent, Scene III

• How fearful
  And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!
  The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air
  Show scarce and so gross as beetles; halfway downwardly
  Hangs one that gathers samphire, — dreadful merchandise!
  Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
  The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
  Appear like mice, and yond tall anchoring bawl
  Diminished to her cock; her erect, a buoy
  Almost also small-scale for sight. The murmuring surge,
  That on the unnumber'ed idle pebbles chafes,
  Cannot exist heard so high.
  • Edgar, Scene VI

• Ay, every inch a male monarch:
  When I practise stare, run across how the subject quakes.
  I pardon that homo'southward life. — What was thy cause? —
  Infidelity? —
  Thou shalt non die: die for adultery! No:
  The wren goes to't, and the small gilt fly
  Does lecher in my sight.
  Let copulation thrive; for Gloster'south bastard son
  Was kinder to his male parent than my daughters
  Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
  To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. —
  Behold yond simpering dame,
  Whose face between her forks presages snow;
  That minces virtue, and does shake the head
  To hear of pleasure's name; —
  The fitchew nor the soiled equus caballus goes to't
  With a more than riotous appetite
  Downwardly from the waist they are centaurs,
  Though women all above.
  But to the girdle do the gods inherit,
  Beneath is all the fiend's; at that place'south hell, there's darkness,
  There is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption! — fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Requite me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's coin for thee.
  • Lear, Scene Half dozen

• Gloucester: O! allow me kiss that hand!
  Lear: Let me wipe it beginning; it smells of mortality.
  • Scene Half-dozen

• A human may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice runway upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-not bad, which is the justice, which is the thief?
  • Lear, Scene Half-dozen

• There yard mightst behold the great paradigm of authority: a dog's obeyed in role.
  • Lear, Scene VI

• Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
  Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with aureate,
  And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;
  Arm it in rags, a pigmy's harbinger does pierce information technology.
  • Lear, Scene VI

• When nosotros are born, we cry that we are come
  To this great stage of fools — This' a good block: —
  Information technology were a delicate strategem to shoe
  A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof;
  And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-constabulary,
  Then kill, kill, kill, impale, kill, kill!
  • Lear, Scene VI

• You lot do me wrong to accept me out o' the grave: —
  Thou art a soul in elation; merely I am jump
  Upon a cycle of fire, that mine own tears
  Do scald like molten pb.
  • Lear, Scene 7

• I am a very foolish fond sometime man,
  80 and up, not an hour more or less;
  And, to deal plain,
  I fear I am non in my perfect mind.
  • Lear, Scene 7

• You must bear with me:
  Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish.
  • Lear, Scene 7

Act V [edit]

Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all.

I'll kneel downwardly,
And ask of thee forgiveness: then we'll alive,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded collywobbles...

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them and then
That heaven'south vaults should cleft.

• Men must endure
  Their going hence, even as their coming here:
  Ripeness is all.
  • Edgar, Scene II

• We are non the outset
  Who, with all-time pregnant, have incurr'd the worst.
  • Cordelia, Scene Iii

• Come, let's away to prison;
  Nosotros two alone volition sing like birds i' the cage:
  When thou dost enquire me approving, I'll kneel down,
  And enquire of thee forgiveness: and then we'll live,
  And pray, and sing, and tell onetime tales, and express mirth
  At gilded collywobbles, and hear poor rogues
  Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them likewise,
  Who loses and who wins; who'southward in, who'due south 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 menstruation past the moon.
  • Lear, Scene III

• The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
  Make instruments to plague us.
  • Edgar, Scene Iii

• The bicycle is come full circle: I am here.
  • Edmund, Scene III

• Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:
  Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them and then
  That heaven's vaults should crack. — She's gone for always! —
  I know when 1 is dead, and when i lives;
  She'southward dead as world.
  • Lear, Scene III

• And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
  Why should a domestic dog, a horse, a rat, accept life,
  And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
  Never, never, never, never, never!
  Pray y'all, undo this push button: thank y'all sir.
  Exercise you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,
  Wait at that place, look in that location!
  • Lear, Scene III

• Vex not his ghost: O! let him laissez passer; he hates him
  That would upon the rack of this tough world
  Stretch him out longer.
  • Kent, Scene 3

• I take a journey, sir, soon to get.
  My master calls me; I must not say no.
  • Kent, Scene Iii

• The weight of this sad time nosotros must obey;
  Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
  The oldest hath borne most: we that are young
  Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
  • Edgar, Scene Iii in the Folio edition of 1623; in the Quarto of 1608 these lines were those of Albany; more information on this disputed text is at "The Quarto of Rex Lear - representing the early stage history of the play?"

Quotes about Rex Lear [edit]

A knave; a rascal; an eater of cleaved meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave...

• Plain linguistic communication sounds purely objective. On the 1 mitt, it has not the emphasis of mere vituperation, it is thoroughly dignified; and on the other, it is not the language of a person who is mainly concerned with wangling somebody into believing something. When Mr. Jefferson wrote that one of his associates in Washington'southward cabinet was "a fool and a blabber," his words, taken in their context, make exactly the same impression of calm, disinterested and objective appraisal as if he had remarked that the human had black hair and brown eyes.
  Or again, while we are near it, let us examine the most extreme case of this sort of thing that I have so far institute in English literature, which is Kent'due south opinion of Oswald, in Rex Lear:

Kent. Fellow, I know thee.

Osw. What dost thou know me for?

Kent. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking whoreson, glass-gazing, & super-servicable, finical rogue; onetrunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of practiced service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch.

Now, considering Kent's graphic symbol and conduct, as shown throughout the play, I doubt very much that those lines should be taken as merely so much indecent blackguarding.... an actor who ranted through them in the tone and emphasis of sheer trigger-happy diatribe would ruin his part. Frank Warrin cited those lines the other day, when he was telling me how much he would enjoy a revival of Lear, with our gifted friend Bill Parke cast for the part of Kent. He said, "Tin can't you hear Beak'due south vocalism growing quieter and quieter, colder and colder, deadlier and deadlier, all the way through that passage?" Aroused equally Kent is, and plain equally his language is, his tone and manner must behave a strong suggestion of objectivity in order to keep fully upwards to the dramatist'southward formulation of his role. Kent is non abusing Oswald; he is merely, as we say, "telling him."

• Albert Jay Nock, in "Complimentary Speech and Plain Language" The Atlantic Monthly (January 1936)

• Lear is a play [that] contains a great deal of veiled social criticism — but it is all uttered either past the Fool, by Edgar when he is pretending to be mad, or by Lear during his bouts of madness. In his sane moments Lear hardly always makes an intelligent remark.

• George Orwell, in Lear

External links [edit]

• The complete text of King Lear with Quarto and Page Variations, Annotations, and Commentary
• King Lear - Project Gutenberg eastward-text
• The Tragedie of King Lear - HTML version of this championship.
• Cordelia, King Lear and His Fool Complimentary online volume.

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