we that are young,        385 Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

Vex not his ghost

And thou no breath at all?

boot

He’s dead and rotten.

Caius

One of them we behold.

falchion

an excellent thing in woman.

That ever I have felt.

Fall and cease?

She’s dead as earth.

Had I your tongues and eyes, I’d use them so That heaven’s vaults should crack.

Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia.

some good I mean to do

I ask’d his blessing, and from first to last

My name is Edgar, and thy father’s son. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us: The dark and vicious place where thee he got        200 Cost him his eyes.

full-flowing stomach

Holla, holla!

I hold you but a subject of this war, Not as a brother.

brand

And fire us hence like foxes.

themselves throw incense

Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,

gilded butterflies

And ask of thee forgiveness

We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage:

For thee, oppressed king, am I cast down; Myself could else out-frown false Fortune’s frown. Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters?

No further, sir; a man may rot even here.

Alarum; afterwards a retreat.  Re-enter EDGAR.

  Edg.  Here, father, take the shadow of this tree For your good host;

good host

father

O, ho! I know the riddle.

Sister, you’ll go with us?

domestic and particular broils

 Why is this reason’d?

It toucheth us, as France invades our land,

rigour of our state

Our very loving sister

I never shall endure her

bosom’d

that you have been conjunct And bosom’d with her, as far as we call hers.

doubtful

forefended

 But have you never found my brother’s way To the forefended place?

doubted

miscarried

man

constant pleasure

he’s full of alteration        5 And self-reproving

Know of the duke if his last purpose hold,

The arbitrement is like to be bloody

They say Edgar

Do not abuse me.

weep not

tears wet

Where I did lodge last night

foolish fond old man

wheel of fire

perdu!

hang

Restoration

in the heaviness of sleep,

Of this child-changed father!

My boon I make it

worser hours:

weeds

All my reports go with the modest truth,

every measure fail me.

father.

wrong imaginations

death-practis’d

post

space of woman’s will!

Slave, thou hast slain me.

badness would desire.

serviceable villain;

A proclaim’d prize!

pregnant

 O! let me kiss that hand!   Lear.  Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

piece of nature

Adultery? Thou shalt not die: die for adultery!

Ay, every inch a king:

Look, look! a mouse.

above art in that respect

No, they cannot touch me for coining;        100 I am the king himself.

O thou side-piercing sight!

henceforth I’ll bear Affliction till it do cry out itself ‘Enough, enough,’ and die.

Ten masts at each make not the altitude

aught but gossamer, feathers, air,

[To GLOUCESTER.] 

patiently

Is done to cure it.

fairies and gods Prosper it with thee!

Cannot be heard so high

Show scarce so gross as beetles

choughs

better phrase and matter than thou didst.

Methinks thy voice is alter’d, and thou speak’st

By your eyes anguish.

same hill?

Preferment

give him this,

bosom.

I’ll love thee much,

Belike,

needs

The strength o’ the enemy.

dispatch

ignorance

What might import my sister’s letter to him?

Your sister is the better soldier.

madded.

vile

head-lugg’d

Hasten his musters

distaff

brother;

sot,

And I’ll repair the misery thou dost bear;

So distribution should undo excess, And each man have enough. Dost thou know Dover?

superfluous

heavens, deal so still

thou whom the heavens’ plagues Have humbled to all strokes:

Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits: bless thee, good man’s son, from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at once; of lust, as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Modo, of murder; and Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing; who since possesses chambermaids and waiting-women. So, bless thee, master!

Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-path.

I cannot daub it further.

best ’parel

’Tis the times’ plague

must play fool to sorrow,

I have heard more since. As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.

and yet my mind Was then scarce friends with him:

And worse I may be yet; the worst is not, So long as we can say, ‘This is the worst.’

I am worse than e’er I was.

secure

see

I stumbled when I saw.

Ah! dear son Edgar. The food of thy abused father’s wrath;

Our means secure us,

I stumbled when I saw.

fourscore years.

My father, poorly led? World, world, O world!

strange mutations

The worst returns to laughter.

The lamentable change is from the best;

Stands still in esperance

Stands still in esperance, lives not in fear:

still contemn’d

contemn’d,

better thus

his roguish madness Allows itself to any thing.

flax,

Bedlam

Women will all turn monsters.

hurt

apace

Untimely

O my follies! Then Edgar was abus’d.        95 Kind gods, forgive me that, and prosper him!

Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Dover. 

overture

sparks of nature

. Out, vile jelly!

mischief on him

see

take the chance of anger.

What do you mean?

I’d shake it on this quarrel.

All cruels else subscrib’d

winged vengeance

I shall see

wolves

And quench’d the stelled fires;

buoy’d up,

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

—

Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that.

neutral heart,

guessingly

set down,

Late footed

confederacy

Be simple-answer’d,

late

ruffle

quicken,

Naughty lady,

beard.

Bind him, I say. 

Ingrateful fox!

Though well we may not pass upon his life Without the form of justice, yet our power        20 Shall do a courtesy to our wrath, which men May blame but not control. Who’s there? The traitor?

Shall do a courtesy to our wrath,

we may not pass upon his life

Pinion him

boast

Hot questrists

my Lord of Gloucester.

and intelligent

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