Shakespeare's Tragedy of King Lear as Presented by Edwin Booth (Paperback)


This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 Excerpt: ...not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom's a-cold. Lear. What hast thou been? Edgar. A serving man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven. Wine loved I deeply; dice dearly; false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to woman: keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend.--Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind. Sessa, sessa Ha, no, nonny. Dolphin, my boy, my boy; sessa sessa Let him trot by. Distant rain and thunder. Lear. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.--Ha here's three of us are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.--Off off you lendings: --come; unbutton here. Lcar essays to tear off his clothes. Fool. Preventing him, Pr'ythee, nuncle, be contented; 't is a naughty night to swim in. Look, here comes a walking fire. Pointing l. 2. E. Edgar. This is the foul fiend, Flibbertigibbet; he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth. Saint Withold footed thrice the wold; He met the night-mare and her nine-fold; Bid her alight, and her troth plight, And, a..

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 Excerpt: ...not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. Tom's a-cold. Lear. What hast thou been? Edgar. A serving man, proud in heart and mind; that curled my hair; wore gloves in my cap; swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven. Wine loved I deeply; dice dearly; false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey. Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to woman: keep thy foot out of brothels, thy hand out of plackets, thy pen from lenders' books, and defy the foul fiend.--Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind. Sessa, sessa Ha, no, nonny. Dolphin, my boy, my boy; sessa sessa Let him trot by. Distant rain and thunder. Lear. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.--Ha here's three of us are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.--Off off you lendings: --come; unbutton here. Lcar essays to tear off his clothes. Fool. Preventing him, Pr'ythee, nuncle, be contented; 't is a naughty night to swim in. Look, here comes a walking fire. Pointing l. 2. E. Edgar. This is the foul fiend, Flibbertigibbet; he begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock; he gives the web and the pin, squints the eye, and makes the hare-lip; mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth. Saint Withold footed thrice the wold; He met the night-mare and her nine-fold; Bid her alight, and her troth plight, And, a..

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Rarebooksclub.com

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United States

Release date

March 2012

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March 2012

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246 x 189 x 2mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

34

ISBN-13

978-1-130-30357-5

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9781130303575

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1-130-30357-8



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