God Did You Know That I Was Hoing to Sin

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you accept drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!

Rex Lear (1608) is a play past William Shakespeare that is more often than not regarded equally one of his greatest tragedies. It is based on the legend of Leir, a king of pre-Roman Britain.

Act I [edit]

Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My middle into my mouth

Mend your voice communication a little,
Lest you may mar your fortunes.

Thy truth, then, be thy dower.

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon the foul disease.

Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at terminal shame them derides

Striving to better, oft we mar what'south well.

• Nothing can come of zippo: speak again.
  • Lear, Scene I

• Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
  My heart into my oral cavity: I love your majesty
  Co-ordinate to my bail; no more nor less.
  • Cordelia, Scene I

• Mend your speech a little,
  Lest you may mar your fortunes.
  • Lear, Scene I

• Lear: And so young, and and then untender?
  Cordelia: So immature, my lord, and true.
  Lear: Allow it be so; — thy truth, then, be thy dower.
  • Scene I

• Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
  • Lear, Scene I

• Lear: The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.
  Kent: Let it autumn rather, though the fork invade
  The region of my heart
  • Scene I

• Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
  Upon the foul disease.
  • Kent, Scene I

• Fourth dimension shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
  Who cover faults, at final shame them derides.
  • Cordelia, Scene I

• Tis the infirmity of his historic period: withal he hath ever just slenderly known himself.
  • Regan, Scene I

• Who, in the brawny stealth of nature, accept
  More limerick and fierce quality
  Than doth, within a tedious, stale, tired bed,
  Get to the creating a whole tribe of fops
  Got 'tween asleep and wake?
  • Edmund, Scene Two

• At present, gods, stand up for bastards!
  • Edmund, Scene 2

• Nosotros accept seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.
  • Gloucester, Scene II

• This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are ill in fortune, often the surfeit of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sunday, the moon, and the stars; equally if we were villains by necessity, fools past heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers past spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whore-master human being, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
  • Edmund, Scene 2

• Truth'south a domestic dog must to kennel; he must be whipped out, when Lady the brach may stand past the burn and stink.
  • The Fool, scene iv; brach is an archaic term for bitch.

• Accept more than than thou showest,
  Speak less than yard knowest,
  Lend less than thou owest,
  Ride more than thousand goest,
  Learn more than thou trowest,
  Prepare less than thousand throwest;
  Go out thy drink and thy whore,
  And go on in-a-door,
  And thou shall have more
  Than ii tens to a score.
  • The Fool, Scene Iv

• The hedge sparrow fed the cuckoo then long,
  That it had it head bit off by it young.
  • The Fool, Scene Four

• Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend,
  More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child
  Than the sea-monster!
  • Lear, Scene IV

• How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
  To accept a thankless child!
  • Lear, Scene Four

• Striving to improve, oft we mar what'due south well.
  • Albany, Scene 4

Act II [edit]

Fortune, skillful-nighttime: smiling again; plow thy bike!

• Oswald: Why dost chiliad utilize me thus? I know thee not.
  Kent: Fellow, I know thee.
  Oswald: What dost thou know me for?
  Kent: A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking whoreson, drinking glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; 1-body-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in style of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, brownnose, and the son and heir of a mongrel bowwow: 1 whom I will shell into clamorous whining, if thousand deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
  • Scene Ii

• I have seen better faces in my time,
  Than stands on any shoulder that I come across
  Before me at this instant.
  • Kent, Scene Two

• This is some fellow,
  Who, having been praised for bluntness, doth affect
  A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb
  Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he!
  An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth:
  An they will take it, so; if not, he's patently.
  These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness
  Harbor more than arts and crafts and more than corrupter ends
  Than twenty silly-ducking observants
  That stretch their duties nicely.
  • Cornwall, Scene II

• Fortune, good-nighttime: grinning once more; plough thy wheel!
  • Kent, Scene Two

• That sir which serves and seeks for gain,
  And follows but for form,
  Volition pack when it begins to rain,
  And get out thee in the storm.
  But I volition tarry; the fool will stay,
  And let the wise man fly:
  The knave turns fool that runs away;
  The fool, no knave, perdy.
  • The Fool, Scene IV

• O, sir, you are one-time;
  Nature in you stands on the very verge
  Of her confine: you should be rul'd and led
  By some discretion, that discerns your state
  Better than y'all yourself.
  • Regan, Scene IV

• Our basest beggars
  Are in the poorest matter superfluous:
  Allow not nature more than nature needs,
  Man's life is inexpensive as beast's.
  • Lear, Scene Four

• You come across me hither, you gods, a poor sometime man,
  As full of grief as age; wretched in both!
  If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts
  Confronting their father, fool me not so much
  To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger,
  And let not women'southward weapons, h2o-drops,
  Stain my man'due south cheeks!
  • Lear, Scene IV

• I volition do such things,
  What they are, yet I know non; simply they shall be
  The terrors of the earth.
  • Lear, Scene Iv

• I have full cause of weeping; but this heart
  Shall interruption into a hundred thousand flaws
  Or ere I'll weep. O fool, I shall get mad!
  • Lear, Scene IV

Act Iii [edit]

Strike apartment the thick rotundity o' the earth!
Crevice nature's molds, all germens spill at one time
That brand ingrateful human!

• Blow, winds, and scissure your cheeks! rage! accident!
  You lot cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
  Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks!
  You lot sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
  Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
  Singe my white head! And chiliad, all-shaking thunder,
  Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the globe!
  Fissure nature's molds, all germens spill at once
  That make ingrateful man!
  • Lear, Scene II

• I am a man,
  More sinn'd against than sinning.
  • Lear, Scene II

• The art of our necessities is foreign,
  And can make vile things precious.
  • Lear, Scene Two

• He that has and a little tiny wit,
  With hey, ho, the air current and the rain,
  Must make content with his fortunes fit,
  Though the pelting it raineth every day.
  • The Fool, Scene Ii

• O, that fashion madness lies; allow me shun that;
  No more than of that.
  • Lear, Scene 4

• Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you lot are,
  That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
  How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
  Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
  From seasons such equally these? O! I accept ta'en
  As well little care of this! Take physic, pomp;
  Betrayal thyself to feel what wretches feel,
  That grand mayst shake the superflux to them,
  And bear witness the heavens more than simply.
  • Lear, Scene IV

• Is human being no more than this? Consider him well. 1000 owest the worm no silk, the animal no hibernate, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here'south three on 's are sophisticated; thou art the matter itself; unaccomodated man is no more than but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
  • Lear, Scene IV

• The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
  • Edgar, Scene IV

• Child Rowland to the night belfry came,
  His give-and-take was still, —Fie, foh, and fum,
  I smell the claret of a British man.
  • Edgar, Scene Four

• He'due south mad, that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, a boy'south dearest, or a whore's oath.
  • The Fool, Scene VI

• Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.
  • Fool, Scene VI

• Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him scent
  His way to Dover.
  • Regan, Scene Seven

Deed IV [edit]

• I have no way, and therefore want no eyes;
  I stumbled when I saw: full oftentimes 'tis seen,
  Our means secure us, and our mere defects
  Prove our bolt.
  • Gloucester, Scene I

• And worse I may exist yet: the worst is not,
  So long as we can say, This is the worst.
  • Edgar, Scene I

• Every bit flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods, —
  They impale usa for their sport.
  • Gloucester, Scene I

• Yous are not worth the dust which the rude wind
  Blows in your face.
  • Albany, Scene Two

• She that herself volition sliver and disbranch
  From her textile sap, perforce must wither
  And come to deadly use.
  • Albany, Scene Ii

• Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile:
  Filths relish but themselves.
  • Albany, Scene II

• Information technology is the stars,
  The stars above the states, govern our conditions;
  • Kent, Scene Iii

• How fearful
  And dizzy 'tis to cast one'south optics so low!
  The crows and choughs, that fly the midway air
  Bear witness scarce and so gross equally beetles; halfway downwards
  Hangs ane that gathers samphire, — dreadful merchandise!
  Methinks he seems no bigger than his head.
  The fishermen, that walk upon the beach,
  Appear similar mice, and yond tall anchoring bawl
  Macerated to her erect; her cock, a buoy
  Almost too minor for sight. The murmuring surge,
  That on the unnumber'ed idle pebbles chafes,
  Cannot be heard so high.
  • Edgar, Scene Vi

• Ay, every inch a king:
  When I do stare, see how the bailiwick quakes.
  I pardon that homo's life. — What was thy cause? —
  Adultery? —
  Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No:
  The wren goes to't, and the pocket-size gold fly
  Does lecher in my sight.
  Allow copulation thrive; for Gloster's bounder son
  Was kinder to his father than my daughters
  Got 'tween the lawful sheets.
  To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. —
  Behold yond simpering matriarch,
  Whose face between her forks presages snow;
  That minces virtue, and does shake the head
  To hear of pleasure's name; —
  The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't
  With a more riotous appetite
  Down from the waist they are centaurs,
  Though women all above.
  Merely to the girdle do the gods inherit,
  Beneath is all the fiend's; there'due south hell, there's darkness,
  There is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption! — fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee.
  • Lear, Scene VI

• Gloucester: O! let me kiss that manus!
  Lear: Let me wipe it commencement; it smells of mortality.
  • Scene Half dozen

• A human may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rail upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
  • Lear, Scene VI

• At that place thou mightst behold the not bad image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.
  • Lear, Scene VI

• Through tatter'd apparel small vices do appear;
  Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
  And the stiff lance of justice hurtless breaks;
  Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
  • Lear, Scene VI

• When we are born, we cry that we are come up
  To this great phase of fools — This' a good cake: —
  It were a delicate strategem to shoe
  A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof;
  And when I have stol'northward upon these sons-in-constabulary,
  So kill, kill, impale, kill, kill, kill!
  • Lear, Scene VI

• You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave: —
  Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
  Upon a bike of burn, that mine own tears
  Practise scald like molten lead.
  • Lear, Scene Seven

• I am a very foolish fond old man,
  Fourscore and up, not an hour more or less;
  And, to deal evidently,
  I fright I am not in my perfect mind.
  • Lear, Scene VII

• Y'all must carry with me:
  Pray you now, forget and forgive: I am old and foolish.
  • Lear, Scene Seven

Act V [edit]

Men must endure
Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
Ripeness is all.

I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: and then we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and express mirth
At gilded collywobbles...

Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! yous are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That sky's vaults should crack.

• Men must endure
  Their going hence, even as their coming hither:
  Ripeness is all.
  • Edgar, Scene II

• We are not the get-go
  Who, with best meaning, have incurr'd the worst.
  • Cordelia, Scene III

• Come, let's away to prison;
  Nosotros 2 alone will sing like birds i' the muzzle:
  When m dost inquire me blessing, I'll kneel down,
  And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
  And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
  At golden collywobbles, and hear poor rogues
  Talk of courtroom news; and we'll talk with them too,
  Who loses and who wins; who'due south in, who's out; —
  And accept upon's the mystery of things,
  Equally if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
  In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of peachy ones
  That ebb and flow past the moon.
  • Lear, Scene III

• The gods are simply, and of our pleasant vices
  Make instruments to plague us.
  • Edgar, Scene Three

• The wheel is come total circle: I am here.
  • Edmund, Scene Iii

• Howl, howl, howl, howl! O! you are men of stones:
  Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd apply them and then
  That heaven's vaults should crevice. — She's gone for ever! —
  I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
  She's dead as world.
  • Lear, Scene III

• And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
  Why should a dog, a equus caballus, a rat, take life,
  And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
  Never, never, never, never, never!
  Pray you, undo this button: thanks sir.
  Do you see this? Look on her, wait, her lips,
  Look there, look there!
  • Lear, Scene 3

• Vex non his ghost: O! let him pass; he hates him
  That would upon the rack of this tough world
  Stretch him out longer.
  • Kent, Scene III

• I have a journeying, sir, shortly to go.
  My master calls me; I must not say no.
  • Kent, Scene 3

• The weight of this distressing time nosotros must obey;
  Speak what nosotros feel, not what we ought to say.
  The oldest hath borne most: nosotros that are immature
  Shall never see so much, nor live and so long.
  • Edgar, Scene 3 in the Folio edition of 1623; in the Quarto of 1608 these lines were those of Albany; more data on this disputed text is at "The Quarto of King Lear - representing the early phase history of the play?"

Quotes nearly Male monarch Lear [edit]

A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base of operations, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave...

• Apparently language sounds purely objective. On the 1 manus, it has non the accent of mere vituperation, information technology is thoroughly dignified; and on the other, it is not the linguistic communication of a person who is mainly concerned with wangling somebody into believing something. When Mr. Jefferson wrote that 1 of his associates in Washington's cabinet was "a fool and a blabber," his words, taken in their context, brand exactly the same impression of calm, disinterested and objective appraisal every bit if he had remarked that the homo had blackness hair and brown eyes.
  Or once more, while nosotros are about information technology, let us examine the most farthermost example of this sort of affair that I accept so far found in English literature, which is Kent's opinion of Oswald, in Male monarch Lear:

Kent. Fellow, I know thee.

Osw. What dost thou know me for?

Kent. A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking whoreson, glass-gazing, & super-servicable, finical rogue; onetrunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in manner of expert service, and fine art nada but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch.

Now, considering Kent's character and conduct, as shown throughout the play, I doubt very much that those lines should be taken as only so much indecent blackguarding.... an actor who ranted through them in the tone and accent of sheer violent diatribe would ruin his office. Frank Warrin cited those lines the other day, when he was telling me how much he would savour a revival of Lear, with our gifted friend Neb Parke cast for the function of Kent. He said, "Can't you hear Bill'southward vox growing quieter and quieter, colder and colder, deadlier and deadlier, all the way through that passage?" Angry as Kent is, and plain as his language is, his tone and manner must conduct a strong suggestion of objectivity in order to keep fully up to the dramatist's conception of his part. Kent is not abusing Oswald; he is only, as we say, "telling him."

• Albert Jay Nock, in "Free Speech communication and Plain Language" The Atlantic Monthly (Jan 1936)

• Lear is a play [that] contains a corking deal of veiled social criticism — but it is all uttered either by the Fool, by Edgar when he is pretending to be mad, or past Lear during his bouts of madness. In his sane moments Lear hardly always makes an intelligent remark.

• George Orwell, in Lear

External links [edit]

• The complete text of King Lear with Quarto and Folio Variations, Annotations, and Commentary
• King Lear - Projection Gutenberg due east-text
• The Tragedie of King Lear - HTML version of this title.
• Cordelia, King Lear and His Fool Free online book.

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