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Bid them come forth and hear me,
Or at their chamber-door I'll beat the drum
Till it cry sleep to death.
King Lear (1608)
Tremble, thou wretch,
That has within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice.
King Lear (1608)
I'll forbear;
And am fallen out with my more headier will,
To take the indispos'd and sickly fit
For the sound man.
King Lear (1608)
I have seen better faces in my time
Than stands on any shoulder that I see.
King Lear (1608)
How, in one house,
Should many people, under two commands,
Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.
King Lear (1608)
Milk-liver'd man!
That bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs,
Who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning
Thine honor from thy suffering.
King Lear (1608)
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 doth pierce it.
King Lear (1608)
How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell;
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
King Lear (1608)
I am your host;
With robbers' hands my hospitable favours
You should not ruffle thus.
King Lear (1608)
You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me;
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again
To die before you please!
King Lear (1608)
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind;
But fathers that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
King Lear (1608)
He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven,
And fire us hence like foxes.
King Lear (1608)
There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour moisten'd.
King Lear (1608)
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanche, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
King Lear (1608)
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
King Lear (1608)
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose,
The which he lacks; that to provoke in him,
Are many simples operative, whose power
Will close the eye of anguish.
King Lear (1608)
Ingratitude! thou marble-hearted fiend,
More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child,
Than the sea-monster!
King Lear (1608)
To stand against the deep, dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick, cross lightning?
King Lear (1608)
Thou art most rich, being poor;
Most choice, forsaken; and most lov'd, despis'd!
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon.
King Lear (1608)
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
What is your study?
King Lear (1608)