Macbeth. King Lear. Tymon of Athens

Macbeth. King Lear. Tymon of Athens

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...So am I purpos'd. Where is my Lord of Glorter? Enter Glorter. Corn. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd. Glo. The King is in high rage. Corn. Whether is he going? Glo. He cals to Horse, but will I know not whether. Corn. 'Tis best to give him way, he leads himselfe. Gon. My Lord, entreate him by no meanes to stay. Glo. Alacke the night comes on, and the high windes Do sorely rufiie, for many Miles about 332 There's scarce a Bush. Reg. O Sir, to wilfull men, The injuries that they themselves procure, Must be their Schoole-Masters: shut up your doores, He is attended with a desperate traine, And what they may incense him too, being apt, To have his eare abus'd, wisedome bids feare. 3 39 Cor. Shut up your doores my Lord, 'tis a wil'd night, My Regan counsels well: come out oth'storme. Exeunt. Actus Tertius. Seena Prima. A heath. Storme rtill. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, reverally. Kent. Who's there besides foule weather? Gen. One minded like the weather, most unquietly. Kent. I know you: Where's the King? Gent. Contending with the fretfull Elements; Bids the winde blow the Earth into the Sea, Or swell the curled Waters 'bove the Maine, That things might change, or cease. teares his white haire, Which the impetuous blasts with eyles rage Catch in their furie, and make nothing of, Strives in his little world of man to outscorne, The too and fro conflicting wind and raine, This night wherin the cub-drawne Beare would couch, ' The Lyon, and the belly pinched Wolfe Keepe their furre dry, unbonneted he runnes, And bids what will take all. Kent. But who is with him? 10 Gent. None but the Foole, who labours to out-jest His heart-strooke injuries. Kent. Sir, I do know you, And...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 168g
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  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236805666
  • 9781236805669