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me, you rascal? [Striking hîm.] OSWALD: I'll not be strucken, my lord. KENT: Nor tripped neither, you base football player. [Tripping up hîș heels.] LEAR: I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'st me, and I'll love thee. KENT: Come, șir, arise, away. I'll teach you differences. Away, away. If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry; but away. Go to! Have you wisdom? Șo. [Pushes Oswald ouț.] LEAR: Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
discreet proceeding. FOOL: For you know, Nuncle, The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo șo long That it had its head bit off by its young. Șo ouț went the candle, and we were left darkling. LEAR: Are you our daughter? GONERIL: Come, șir, I would you would make use of your good wisdom Whereof I know you are fraught and puț away These dispositions which of lațe transport you From what you rightly are. FOOL: May not an ass know when the

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
been old till thou hadst been wise. LEAR: O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! Keep me în temper; I would not be mad! [Enter Gentleman.] How now, are the horses ready? GENTLEMAN: Ready, my lord. LEAR: Come, boy. FOOL: She that's a maid now, and laughs at my departure, Shall not be a maid long, unless things be cut shorter. Exeunt. LEAR: Am să-mi uit firea. Un tată-așa bun! Gata-mi sînt caii? BUFONUL

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
do with thee. KENT: Draw, you rascal. You come with letters against the King, and take Vanity the puppet's part against the royalty of her father. Draw, you rogue, or I'll șo carbonado your shanks. Draw, you rascal. Come your ways! OSWALD: Help, ho! Murder! Help! KENT: Strike, you slave! Stand, rogue! Stand, you neat slave! Strike! [Beating hîm] OSWALD: Help, ho! Murder, murder! Enter Edmund, with hîș rapier drawn, Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, Servants. EDMUND: How now? What's

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Stand, rogue! Stand, you neat slave! Strike! [Beating hîm] OSWALD: Help, ho! Murder, murder! Enter Edmund, with hîș rapier drawn, Cornwall, Regan, Gloucester, Servants. EDMUND: How now? What's the matter? Part! KENT: With you, goodman boy, if you please! Come, I'll flesh, ye, come on, young master. GLOUCESTER: Weapons? Arms? What's the matter here? CORNWALL: Keep peace, upon your lives. He dies that strikes again. What is the matter? REGAN: The messengers from our sister and the King

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
lord, and all night too. KENT: Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me șo. REGAN: Șir, being hîș knave, I will. CORNWALL: This is fellow of the selfsame color Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks. Stocks brought ouț. GLOUCESTER. Let me beseech your Grace not to do șo. Hîș fault is much, and the good King hîș master Will check hîm for 'ț. Your purposed low correction Is such aș basest

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
messenger, Should have hîm thus restrained. CORNWALL: I'll answer that. REGAN: My sister may receive it much more worse, To have her gentleman abused, assaulted, For following her affairs. Puț în hîș legs. [Kent is puț în the stocks.] Come, my good lord, away! [Exeunt all but Gloucester and Kent.] Gloucester: I am sorry for thee, friend. 'Tis the Duke's pleasure, Whose disposition all the world well knows Will not be rubbed nor stopped. I'll entreat for thee

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
ți dăruit-am. REGAN: Sire, la obiect. LEAR: Cin' mi-a pus omul în butuci? (Se aud trîmbițe) CORNWALL: Ce trîmbiță-i? REGAN: O știu, e-a sorii; -adeverește scrisă C-o fi-n curînd aici. (Intra Oswald) Is your lady come? LEAR: This is a slave, whose easy borrowed pride Dwells în the fickle grace of her he follows. Ouț, varlet, from my sight. CORNWALL: What means your Grace? LEAR: Who stocked my servant? Regan, I have good hope Thou didst

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Will I give place or notice. LEAR: I gave you all. REGAN: And în good time you gave it. LEAR: Made you my guardians, my depositaries, But kept a reservation to be followed With such a number. What, must I come to you With five-and-twenty? Regan, said you șo? REGAN: And speak't again, my lord. No more with me. LEAR: Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favored When others are more wicked; not being the worst Stands în some rank

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
courtesy. LEAR: My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor Fool and knave, I have one part în my heart That's sorry yet for thee. FOOL: [Singing] He that has and a little tiny wit, With hey-ho, the wind and the rain, Must make content with

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
sorry yet for thee. FOOL: [Singing] He that has and a little tiny wit, With hey-ho, the wind and the rain, Must make content with hîș fortunes fit, Though the rain it raineth every day. LEAR: True, my good boy. Come, bring uș to this hovel. Exit [With Kent.] FOOL: This is a brave night to cool a courtesan. I'll speak a prophecy ere I go: When priests are more în word than matter; When brewers măr their malț with

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
bordei): Nu intră, unchiule, e-un duh aici, ajutor, ajutor! KENT: Dă-mi mîna. Cine-i acolo? FOOL: A spirit, a spirit. He says hîș name's Poor Tom. KENT: What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' straw? Come forth. Enter Edgar [disguised aș a madman.] EDGAR: Away! the foul fiend follows me. Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. Humh! Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. LEAR: Didst thou give all to thy daughters? And

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated. Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal aș thou art. Off, off, you lendings! Come, unbutton here. [Tearing off hîș clothes.] FOOL: Prithee, Nuncle, be contented, 'tis a naughty night to swim în. Now a little fire în a wild field were like an old EDGAR: Pilicock stătea pe dealul Pilicock; ulu, ulu, lu, lu

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
nici un alt părinte; să-ți spun drept, Durerea mi-a rupt mințile. Ce noapte! Rog pe măria-ta... LEAR: Îți cer iertare. Nobile filosof, prezența voastră. EDGAR: Lui Tom i-e frig. GLOUCESTER: Intra, băiete, în colibă; te-ncălzește. LEAR: Come, let's în all. KENT: This way, my lord. LEAR: With hîm! I will keep still with my philosopher. KENT: Good my lord, soothe hîm; let hîm take the fellow. GLOUCESTER: Take hîm you on. KENT: Sirrah, come on; go

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
KENT: This way, my lord. LEAR: With hîm! I will keep still with my philosopher. KENT: Good my lord, soothe hîm; let hîm take the fellow. GLOUCESTER: Take hîm you on. KENT: Sirrah, come on; go along with uș. LEAR: Come, good Athenian. GLOUCESTER: No words, no words! Hush. EDGAR: Child Rowland to the dark tower came; Hîș word was still, "Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man." Exeunt. SCENE V [Gloucester's castle.] Enter Cornwall

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
bites my back. FOOL: He's mad that trusts în the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy's love, or a whore's oath. LEAR: It shall be done; I will arraign them straight. [To Edgar] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer. [To the Fool] Thou, sapient șir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes EDGAR: Look, where he stands and glares. Want'st thou eyes at trial, madam? Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me. FOOL

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
done; I will arraign them straight. [To Edgar] Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer. [To the Fool] Thou, sapient șir, sit here. Now, you she-foxes EDGAR: Look, where he stands and glares. Want'st thou eyes at trial, madam? Come o'er the bourn, Bessy, to me. FOOL: Her boat hath a leak, And she must not speak Why she dares not come over to thee. EDGAR: The foul fiend haunts Poor Tom în the voice of a nightingale. Hoppedance

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
one blast of thy minikin mouth Thy sheep shall take no harm. Purr, the cast is gray. LEAR: Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril, I here take my oath before this honorable assembly, she kicked the poor King her father. FOOL: Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril? LEAR: She cannot deny it. FOOL: Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint stool. LEAR: And here's another, whose warped looks proclaim What store her heart is made on. Stop her

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
gură, Otrăvească-ți mușcătură, Buldog, corcitura, -ogar, Copoi, brac, prepelicar, Javra ciumpă-ori coadă lungă, Să urle-i face Tom, să plîngă; For, with throwing thus my head; Dogs leaped the hatch, and all are fled. Do, de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs and market towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry. LEAR: Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her heart. Is there any căușe în nature that make these hard hearts? [To Edgar] You

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
good my lord, lie here and rest awhile. LEAR: Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains. Șo, șo. We'll go to supper i' th' morning. FOOL: And I'll go to bed at noon. Enter Gloucester. GLOUCESTER: Come hither, friend. Where is the King my master? KENT: Here șir, but trouble hîm not; hîș wits are gone. GLOUCESTER: Good friend, I prithee take hîm în thy arms. I have o'erheard a plot of death upon hîm. There

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
take up, And follow me, that will to some provision Give thee quick conduct. KENT: Oppressed nature sleeps. This rest might yet have balmed thy broken sinews, Which, if convenience will not allow, Stand în hard cure. [To the Fool] Come, help to bear thy master. Thou must not stay behind. Aruncîndu-le al meu cap, Cîinii sar, pe toți îi scap. Du di, du di, ș-așa... Haideți pe la chermeze și bîlciuri și iarmaroace. Bietul Tom, cornul ți-e uscat. LEAR

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
duc îndată unde Gătit-am tot. KENT: Sleita, firea doarme. Ast somn ar fi balsam pe forțele-i zdrobite Ce, dacă-mprejurări nu-ngădui-vor, Se vindeca-vor greu. (Bufonului) Ajută-mă să-l duc, Nu stă în urmă. GLOUCESTER: Come, come, away! Exeunt [all but Edgar.] EDGAR: When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers suffers most i'th'mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind; But then the

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
îndată unde Gătit-am tot. KENT: Sleita, firea doarme. Ast somn ar fi balsam pe forțele-i zdrobite Ce, dacă-mprejurări nu-ngădui-vor, Se vindeca-vor greu. (Bufonului) Ajută-mă să-l duc, Nu stă în urmă. GLOUCESTER: Come, come, away! Exeunt [all but Edgar.] EDGAR: When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes. Who alone suffers suffers most i'th'mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind; But then the mind

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
such a trăitor? GLOUCESTER: Naughty lady, These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee. I am your host. With robbers' hands my hospitable favors You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? CORNWALL: Come, șir, what letters had you lațe from France? REGAN: Be simple-answered, for we know the truth. CORNWALL: And what confederacy have you with the trăi tors Lațe footed în the kingdom? REGAN: To whose hands you have sent the lunatic

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
pleasure, Above the rest, be gone. OLD MAN: I'll bring hîm the best 'parel that I have, Come on 'ț what will. Exit. GLOUCESTER: Sirrah, naked fellow EDGAR: Poor Tom's a-cold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further. GLOUCESTER: Come hither, fellow. EDGAR [Aside]: And yet I must. Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. GLOUCESTER: Know'st thou the way to Dover? EDGAR: Both stile and gate, horse-way and footpath. Poor Tom hath been scared ouț of hîș good wits

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]