(My son, who’s a poet and literary expert, says King Lear and The Odyssey are the two greatest pieces of literature ever written. Sorry for the formatting. Rowland.)

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King Lear

(From Wikiquote)

“King Lear and the Fool in the Storm” by William Dyce

King Lear (1608) is a play by William Shakespeare that is generally regarded as one of his greatest tragedies. It is based on the legend of Leir, a king of pre-Roman Britain.

Act I

Nothing will come of nothing: speak again.

Lear, Scene i

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty

According to my bond; no more no less.

Cordelia, Scene i

Mend your speech a little,

Lest you may mar your fortunes.

Lear, Scene i

Lear: So young and so untender?

Cordelia: So young, my lord, and true.

Scene i

Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower

Lear, Scene I

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

Lear, Scene i

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow

Upon the foul disease.

Earl of Kent, Scene i

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:

Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.

Cordelia, Scene i

Tis the infirmity of his age: yet he hath ever but slenderly known himself.

Regan, Scene i

Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take

More composition and fierce 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 ii

Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Edmund, Scene ii

We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.

Earl of Gloucester, Scene ii

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit of our own 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 we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!

Edmund, Scene ii

Truth’s a dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out, when the lady brach may stand by the fire and stink.

The Fool, Scene iv

Have more than thou showest,

Speak less than thou knowest,

Lend less than thou owest,

Ride more than thou goest,

Learn more than thou trowest,

Set less than thou throwest;

Leave thy drink and thy whore,

And keep in-a-door,

And thou shall have more

Than two tens to a score.

The Fool, Scene iv

Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,

More hideous, when thou show’st thee in a child

Than the sea-monster!

Lear, Scene iv

How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is

To have a thankless child!

Lear, Scene iv

Striving to better, oft we mar what’s well.

Duke of Albany, Scene iv

Act II

Oswald: Why dost thou 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, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lilly-livered, action-taking whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good 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 will beat into clamorous whining, if thou denyest the least syllable of thy addition.

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 ii

Fortune, good-night: smile once more; turn thy wheel!

Lear, Scene ii

That sir which serves and seeks for gain,

And follows but 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 fly:

The knave turns fool that runs away;

The fool, no knave, perdy.

The Fool, Scene iv

O, sir, you are old;

Nature in you stands on the very verge

Of her confine: you should be rul’d and led

By some discretion, that discerns your state

Better than you yourself.

Regan, Scene iv

Our basest beggars

Are in the poorest thing superfluous:

Allow not nature more than nature needs,

Man’s life is cheap as beast’s.

Lear, Scene iv

You see me here, you gods, a poor old man,

As full of grief as age; wretched in both!

If it be you that stir these daughters’ hearts

Against their father, fool me not so much

To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,

And let not women’s weapons, water-drops,

Stain my man’s cheeks!

Lear, Scene iv

I have full cause of weeping; but this heart

Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws

Or ere I’ll weep. O fool, I shall go mad!

Lear, Scene iv

Act III

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout

Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!

You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,

Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,

Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,

Strike flat the thick rotundity o’ the world!

Crack nature’s molds, all germens spill at once

That make ingrateful man!

Lear, Scene ii

I am a man

More sinn’d against than sinning.

Lear, Scene ii

The art of our necessities is strange,

That can make vile things precious.

Lear, Scene ii

He that has and a little tiny wit,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain.

Must make content with his fortunes fit,

Though the rain it raineth every day.

The Fool, Scene ii

O, that way madness lies; let me shun that;

No more of that.

Lear, Scene iv

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you 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 feel,

That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,

And show the heavens more just.

Lear, Scene iv

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 on ‘s are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccomodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

Lear, Scene iv

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

Edgar, Scene iv

Child Rowland to the dark tower came,

His word 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’s health, a boy’s love, or a whore’s oath.

The Fool, Scene vi

Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell

His way to Dover.

Regan, Scene vii

Act IV

I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;

I stumbled when I saw: full oft ’tis seen

Our means secure us, and our mere defects

Prove our commodities.

Earl of Gloucester, Scene i

And worse I may be yet: the worst is not,

So long as we can say, ‘This is the worst.’

Edgar, Scene i

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods,-

They kill us for their sport.

Earl of Gloucester, Scene i

You are not worth the dust which the rude wind

Blows in your face.

Duke of Albany, Scene ii

She that herself will sliver and disbranch

From her material sap, perforce must wither

And come to deadly use.

Duke of Albany, Scene ii

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile:

Filths savour but themselves.

Duke of Albany, Scene ii

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 samphire, 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

Diminished to her cock, her cock a buoy

Almost too small for sight. The murmuring surge,

That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes,

Cannot be heard so high.

Edgar, Scene vi

Ay, every inch a king:

When I do stare, see how the subject quakes.

I pardon that man’s life.—What was thy cause?—

Adultery?—

Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No:

The wren goes to’t, and the small gilded fly

Does lecher in my sight.

Let copulation thrive; for Gloster’s bastard son

Was kinder to his father 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 horse goes to’t

With a more riotous appetite

Down from the waist they are centaurs,

Though women all above.

But to the girdle do the gods inherit,

Beneath is all the fiend’s; there’s hell, there’s darkness,

There is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there’s money for thee.

Lear, Scene vi

Earl of Gloucester: O! let me kiss that hand!

Lear: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.

Scene vi

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

Lear, Scene vi

Through tatter’d clothes small vices do appear;

Robes and furr’d gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,

And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks;

Arm it in rags, a pigmy’s straw does pierce it.

Lear, Scene vi

When we are born, we cry that we are come

To this great stage of fools- This’ a good block:-

It 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-law,

Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

Lear, Scene vi

You do me wrong to take me out o’ the grave:-

Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound

Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears

Do scald like molten lead.

Lear, Scene vii

I am a very foolish fond old man,

Fourscore and upward, not an hour more or less;

And, to deal plainly,

I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

Lear, Scene vii

You must bear with me:

Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish.

Lear, Scene vii

Act V

Men must endure

Their going hence, even as their coming hither:

Ripeness is all.

Edgar, Scene ii

Come, let’s away to prison;

We two alone will sing like birds i’ the 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 walled prison, packs and sets of great ones

That ebb and flow by the moon.

Lear, Scene iii

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices

Make instruments to plague us.

Edgar, Scene iii

The wheel 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 so

That heaven’s vaults should crack.-She’s gone for ever.-

I know when one is dead, and when one lives;

She’s dead as earth.

Lear, Scene iii

And my poor fool is hang’d! No, no, no life!

Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,

And thou no breath at all? Thou’lt come no more,

Never, never, never, never, never!

Lear, Scene iii

Vex not his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates him

That would upon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer.

Kent, Scene iii

The weight of this sad time we 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

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