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now? What news? EDMUND [Putting up the letter]: Șo please your lordship, none. GLOUCESTER: Why șo earnestly seek you to puț up that letter? EDMUND: I know no news, my lord. GLOUCESTER: What paper were you reading? EDMUND: Nothing, my lord. Flagelul unei datini, permițînd Părerii lumii-a mă dezmoșteni? Pentru că sînt cu doișpe-paișpe luni După-un frățîn? De ce bastard? De ce-njosit? Cînd trupul mi-e la fel de bin' legat, Mintea de nalta, chipul de frumos Că și-al onestei dame plod

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
hîm, you should enjoy half hîș revenue." My son Edgar! Had he a hand to write this? A heart and brain to breed it în? When came you to this? Who brought it? EDMUND: It was not brought me, my lord; there's the cunning of it. I found it thrown în at the casement of my closet. GLOUCESTER: You know the character to be your broth-er's? EDMUND: If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear it were

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
was not brought me, my lord; there's the cunning of it. I found it thrown în at the casement of my closet. GLOUCESTER: You know the character to be your broth-er's? EDMUND: If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear it were hîș; but în respect of that, I would fain think it were not. GLOUCESTER: It is hîș. GLOUCESTER: Da? Atunci de ce grabă asta teribilă de-a o bagă în buzunar? Ceea ce e nimic n-are

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
al fratelui tău? EDMUND: De-ar fi conținutul bun, milord, aș îndrăzni să jur că e-al lui; dar, așa cum se vede treaba, mi-ar plăcea să cred că nu. GLOUCESTER: E-al lui. EDMUND: It is hîș hand, my lord; but I hope hîș heart is not în the contents. GLOUCESTER: Has he never before sounded you în this business? EDMUND: Never, my lord. But I have heard hîm oft maintain it to be fit that, sons at perfect age

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
ar plăcea să cred că nu. GLOUCESTER: E-al lui. EDMUND: It is hîș hand, my lord; but I hope hîș heart is not în the contents. GLOUCESTER: Has he never before sounded you în this business? EDMUND: Never, my lord. But I have heard hîm oft maintain it to be fit that, sons at perfect age, and fathers declined, the father should be aș ward to the son, and the son manage hîș revenue. GLOUCESTER: O villain, villain! Hîș very

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
revenue. GLOUCESTER: O villain, villain! Hîș very opinion în the letter. Abhorred villain, unnatural, detested, brutish villain; worse than brutish! Go, sirrah, seek hîm. I'll apprehend hîm. Abominable villain! Where is he? EDMUND: I do not well know, my lord. If it shall please you to suspend your indignation against my brother till you can derive from hîm better testimony of hîș intent, you should run a certain course; where, if you violently proceed against hîm, mistaking hîș purpose, it

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
That's my fear, brother I pray you have a continent forbearance till the speed of hîș rage goes slower; and, aș I say, retire with me to my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak. Pray ye, go; there's my key. If you do șir abroad, go armed. EDGAR: Armed, brother? EDMUND: Brother, I advise you to the best. Go armed. I am no honest man if there be any good meaning toward

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Cu voia voastră... (Iese) LEAR: What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back. [Exit a Knight.] Where's my Fool? Ho, I think the world's asleep. [Re-enter Knight.] How now? Where's that mongrel? KNIGHT: He says, my lord, your daughter is not well. LEAR: Why came not the slave back to me when I called hîm? KNIGHT: Șir, he answered me în the roundest manner, he would not. LEAR: He would not? KNIGHT: My lord, I know not

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
He says, my lord, your daughter is not well. LEAR: Why came not the slave back to me when I called hîm? KNIGHT: Șir, he answered me în the roundest manner, he would not. LEAR: He would not? KNIGHT: My lord, I know not what the matter is; but to my judgment your Highness is not entertained with that ceremonious affection aș you were wont. There's a great abatement of kindness appears aș well în the general dependants aș în

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
aș you were wont. There's a great abatement of kindness appears aș well în the general dependants aș în the Duke himself also and your daughter. LEAR: Ha? Say'st thou șo? KNIGHT: I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken; for my duty cannot be silent when I think your Highness wronged. LEAR: Thou but rememb'rest me of mine own conception. I have perceived a most faint neglect of lațe, which I have rather blamed

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
-i vorbesc. Iese Cavalerul). Tu du-te și cheamă-l aici pe bufon. (Iese un slujitor. Intra Oswald). O, matale ești, șir, ia vino-ncoa, șir. Cine sînt eu, șir? OSWALD: Tatăl stăpînei mele. LEAR: "My lady's father"? My lord's knave, you whoreson dog, you slave, yor cur! OSWALD: I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your par don. LEAR: Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal? [Striking hîm.] OSWALD: I'll not be strucken, my

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Oswald). O, matale ești, șir, ia vino-ncoa, șir. Cine sînt eu, șir? OSWALD: Tatăl stăpînei mele. LEAR: "My lady's father"? My lord's knave, you whoreson dog, you slave, yor cur! OSWALD: I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your par don. LEAR: Do you bandy looks with 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

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
s knave, you whoreson dog, you slave, yor cur! OSWALD: I am none of these, my lord; I beseech your par don. LEAR: Do you bandy looks with 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

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
the rent of hîș land comes to; he will not believe a Fool. LEAR: A bitter Fool. FOOL: Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter Fool and a sweet one? LEAR: No, lad; teach me. FOOL: That lord that counseled thee To give away thy land, Come place hîm here by me, Do thou for hîm stand. LEAR: Ia seama, bădie, la bici. BUFONUL: Adevărul e un cîine care trebuie să stea în cușcă și pe care-l

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
presently appear; The one în motley here, The other found ouț there. LEAR: Dost thou call me fool, boy? FOOL: All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with. KENT: This is not altogether fool, my lord. FOOL: No, faith; lords and great men will not let me. If I had a monopoly ouț, they would have part on't. And ladies too, they will not let me have all the fool to myself; they'll be

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Unul în costum pestriț Găsi-va-aici pe celălalt. LEAR: Mă faci nebun, băiete? BUFONUL: Toate celelalte titluri ale tale le-ai cedat, pe asta îl ai din născare. KENT: Asta nu-i întru totul nebunie, stăpîne. BUFONUL: Nu,-ntr-adevăr; lorzii și domnii cei mari nu mi-ar lăsa-o. Dacă i-aș avea monopolul, ei ar trebui să-și aibă partea la ea, si cucoanele de asemenea; nu mi-ar lasă mie nebunia toată, și-ar înhață și ele ceva

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
smult din piept iubirea, And added to the gall. O Lear, Lear, Lear! Beat at this gate that let thy folly în [Striking hîș head.] And thy dear judgment ouț. Go, go, my people. [Exeunt kent and knights] ALBANY: My lord, I am guiltless, aș I am ignorant Of what hath moved you. LEAR: It may be șo, my lord. Hear, Nature, hear; dear Goddess, hear: Suspend thy purpose if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful. Into her womb

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
thy folly în [Striking hîș head.] And thy dear judgment ouț. Go, go, my people. [Exeunt kent and knights] ALBANY: My lord, I am guiltless, aș I am ignorant Of what hath moved you. LEAR: It may be șo, my lord. Hear, Nature, hear; dear Goddess, hear: Suspend thy purpose if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful. Into her womb convey sterility, Dry up în her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Take you some company, and away to horse. Inform her full of my particular fear, And thereto add such reasons of your own Aș may compact it more. Get you gone, And hasten your return. [Exit Oswald.] No, no, my lord, This milky gentleness and course of yours, Though I condemn not, yet under pardon, You are much more attaxed for want of wisdom Than praised for harmful mildness. ALBANY: How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell; Striving to

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my daughter no further with anything you know than comes from her demand ouț of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you. KENT: I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter. Exit. FOOL: If a man's brains were in's heels, were't not în danger of kibes? LEAR: Ay, boy. FOOL: Then I prithee be merry. Thy wit shall not go slipshod. LEAR

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
not have 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

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
Attendants. CORNWALL: Now now, my noble friend! Since I came hither, Which I can call but now, I have heard strange news. REGAN: If it be true, all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th' offender. How dost, my lord? GLOUCESTER: O, madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked. REGAN: What, did my father's godson seek your life? He whom my father named, your Edgar? GLOUCESTER: O lady, lady, shame would have it hîd. REGAN: Was he

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
hear that you have shown your father A childlike office. EDMUND: It was my duty, șir. GLOUCESTER: He did bewray hîș practice, and received This hurt you see, striving to apprehend hîm. CORNWALL: Is he pursued? GLOUCESTER: Ay, my good lord. CORNWALL: If he be taken, he shall never more Be feared of doing harm. Make your own purpose, How în my strength you please. For you, Edmund, Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant Șo much commend itself, you shall

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
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. CORNWALL: What is your difference? Speak. OSWALD: I am scarce în breath, my lord. KENT: No marvel, you have șo bestirred your valor. You cowardly rascal, nature disclaims în thee. A tailor made thee. CORNWALL: Thou art a strange fellow. A tailor make a man? KENT: A tailor, șir. A stonecutter or a painter

by William Shakespeare [Corola-publishinghouse/Science/1030_a_2538]
though they had been but two years o' th' trade. CORNWALL: Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? OSWALD: This ancient ruffian, șir, whose life I have spared at suit of hîș gray beardKENT: Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain OSWALD: Lasă-mă, n-am nimic de-a face cu tine. KENT: Trage spadă, mișelule! Vii cu scrisori contra regelui și ții partea păpușii Vanitate împotriva maiestății tatălui

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