Lear’s storm of rage Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanes, spout Till…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear imagines Cordelia speaks Lear: A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all! I might have sav'd her; now she's…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear’s final soliloquy Lear: And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear begs forgiveness Cor: Will 't please your Highness walk? Lear: You must bear with me. Pray you…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Edmund’s soliloquy Edm: To both these sisters have I sworn my love; Each jealous of the other,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Battle scenes Battle scenes (V.ii) Battle scenes: the violence of the power struggle was emphasized in this…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear welcomes imprisonment with Cordelia Lear: No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison; We two alone will sing…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Regan and Goneril squabble over Edmund Reg: That's as we list to grace him; Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Edgar’s challenge Edg: Draw thy sword, That, if my speech offend a noble heart, Thy arm may…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear with the dead Cordelia Re-enter Lear, with Cordelia dead in his arms; Officer. Lear: Howl, howl, howl! O, you…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear contrite Lear: Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not; If you have poison…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
“Mad” Lear Glou: Is't not the King? Lear: Ay, every inch a king! When I do stare,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Handy-dandy wisdom Glou: O, let me kiss that hand! Lear: Let me wipe it first; it smells…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Self-recognition in the world of fools Lear: I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester. Thou must be patient; we…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear asleep Cor: O my dear father, restoration hang Thy medicine on my lips, and let this…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear reborn Lear: Pray, do not mock me. I am a very foolish fond old man, Fourscore…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
The servant’s challenge 1.Serv: Hold your hand, my lord! I have serv'd you ever since I was a…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Regan turns her back on Cornwall Corn: Regan, I bleed apace. Untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm. (III.vii.96 -…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Gloucester and Poor Tom Glou: Know'st thou the way to Dover? Edg: Both stile and gate, horse-way and foot-…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Goneril gives a token to Edmund Gon: Back, Edmund, to my brother; Hasten his musters and conduct his powers: I must…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Regan tries to manipulate Oswald Reg: Our troops set forth to-morrow. Stay with us. The ways are dangerous. Osw: I…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Gloucester and Edgar in Dover Edg: Come on, sir; here's the place: stand still. How fearful And dizzy 'tis to…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Gloucester’s suicide Glou: Now, fellow, fare thee well. (IV.vi.42) Gloucester's suicide: here he falls backwards, a gesture…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Unaccommodated man Lear: Thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncover'd body this…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
The mock trial Lear: I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence. Thou, robed man of justice,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Regan plucks Gloucester’s beard Glou: By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the beard.…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
The blinding of Gloucester Corn: See't shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. Upon these eyes of thine I'll…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Rage turns to self-pity Lear: I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning. (III.ii.58 - 59) Rage turns…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Remembers the Fool Lear: How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Poor Tom Edg: Take heed o' th' foul fiend; Obey thy parents: keep thy word's justice; swear…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear curses Goneril Lear: Blasts and fogs upon thee! Th' untented woundings of a father's curse Pierce every…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Kent roughs up Oswald Before Gloucester's Castle Enter Kent and Oswald, severally. Osw: Good dawning to thee, friend: art…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Final blow: “What need one?” Lear: I'll go with thee. Thy fifty yet doth double five-and-twenty, And thou art twice…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Grief and rage at his rejection Lear: You see me here, you Gods, a poor old man, As full of grief…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Premonition of madness Lear: O Fool, I shall go mad! (II.iv.289) "You unnatural hags," he vows revenge. But…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Goneril’s impatience Gon: Put on what weary negligence you please, You and your fellows; I'll have it…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear’s ritual preparation for a meal Horns within. Enter King Lear, Knights, and Attendants Lear: Let me not stay a jot…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Oswald’s “slack” Enter Oswald Lear: You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter? Osw: So please you, -- Exit…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
The Fool caps Kent Enter Fool Fool: Let me hire him too: here's my coxcomb [Offers Kent his cap…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
The Fool’s wit in song Fool: Mark it, Nuncle. Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Goneril and Lear clash Enter Goneril Lear: How now, daugher! what makes that frontlet on? Methinks you are too…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Edmund’s soliloquy Edm: For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines Lag of a brother? Why…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Cordelia’s truth Cor: Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I Return those…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Lear’s curse Lear: Let it be so; thy truth then be thy dower: For, by the sacred…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
France proposes to Cordelia France: Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich, being poor; Most choice, forsaken; and move loved,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Goneril and Regan confer Gon: Sister, it is not a little I have to say of what most nearly…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Fool’s last words The play ends with the voice of the Fool plaintively calling out for, searching for,…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Cordelia’s “nothing” Lear: Now, our joy, Although our last, and least; to whose young love The vines…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013
Storm scene Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanes, spout Till…Brett BarrosAugust 26, 2013