William Shakespeare

King Lear

    b2625883768has quoted9 months ago
    By day and night he wrongs me; every hour
    b2625883768has quoted9 months ago
    Do you busy yourself about that?
    b2625883768has quoted9 months ago
    I shall not be his wife.
    b2625883768has quoted9 months ago
    I must love you, and sue to know you better.
    The messhas quotedlast year
    Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:
    Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund
    As to the legitimate: fine word,—legitimate!
    Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,
    And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
    Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper:
    Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
    The messhas quotedlast year
    If he dislike it, let him to our sister,
    Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one,
    Not to be over-ruled. Idle old man,
    That still would manage those authorities
    That he hath given away! Now, by my life,
    Old fools are babes again; and must be used
    With cheques as flatteries,—when they are seen abused.
    The messhas quotedlast year
    By day and night he wrongs me; every hour
    He flashes into one gross crime or other,
    That sets us all at odds: I'll not endure it:
    His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us
    On every trifle. When he returns from hunting,
    I will not speak with him; say I am sick:
    If you come slack of former services,
    You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
    The messhas quotedlast year
    A credulous father! and a brother noble,
    Whose nature is so far from doing harms,
    That he suspects none: on whose foolish honesty
    My practises ride easy! I see the business.
    Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit:
    All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.

    question 3

    The messhas quotedlast year
    This villain of mine comes under the
    prediction; there's son against father: the king
    falls from bias of nature; there's father against
    The messhas quotedlast year
    Gods, gods! 'tis strange that from their cold'st neglect
    My love should kindle to inflamed respect.
    The messhas quotedlast year
    my love's
    More richer than my tongue
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    That we the pain of death would hourly die
    Rather than die at once!
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    This judgment of the heavens, that makes us tremble,
    Touches us not with pity.
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    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.
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    If fortune brag of two she loved and hated,
    One of them we behold
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    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.
    None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em:
    Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
    To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes;
    And like a scurvy politician, seem
    To see the things thou dost not.
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
    Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
    Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
    For which thou whipp'st her
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago

    Not to a rage: patience and sorrow strove
    Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
    Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
    Were like a better way: those happy smilets,
    That play'd on her ripe lip, seem'd not to know
    What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence,
    As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief,
    Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved,
    If all could so become it.
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    that I am wretched
    Makes thee the happier: heavens, deal so still!
    Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man,
    That slaves your ordinance, that will not see
    Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly;
    So distribution should undo excess,
    And each man have enough.
    Ghafeela Sohailhas quoted2 years ago
    As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods.
    They kill us for their sport.
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