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King Lear is probably one of the biggest challenges a director is ever going to face. | 0:00:02 | 0:00:05 | |
It's an epic story of a man's descent into madness | 0:00:05 | 0:00:08 | |
his struggles with his pride, his arrogance. | 0:00:08 | 0:00:11 | |
It's also a story of the young wrestling power away from the old. | 0:00:11 | 0:00:15 | |
I started from the premise that he was sick, | 0:00:15 | 0:00:20 | |
and he knew he was sick, | 0:00:20 | 0:00:21 | |
and that sickness affected the decisions he made - | 0:00:21 | 0:00:27 | |
which are not good decisions, really. | 0:00:27 | 0:00:30 | |
But he was doing because he was looking for a means of protection | 0:00:30 | 0:00:35 | |
because he had intimations of his own mortality. | 0:00:35 | 0:00:39 | |
When I started working on King Lear, | 0:00:39 | 0:00:41 | |
I wanted to set it exactly where it's set, in an ancient Britain, a pagan time. | 0:00:41 | 0:00:44 | |
I also wanted to set it with a black king, | 0:00:44 | 0:00:47 | |
that was quite important to me. | 0:00:47 | 0:00:48 | |
There's an idea that the black presence in England started in the '50s, with the Windrush generation, | 0:00:48 | 0:00:54 | |
but as I kind of probed and dug I found that actually | 0:00:54 | 0:00:57 | |
there's been a black presence in England for absolute centuries, | 0:00:57 | 0:01:00 | |
so I pushed the idea even further and imagined, what if you could be the king? | 0:01:00 | 0:01:05 | |
I mean, this is a time when race isn't an issue. | 0:01:05 | 0:01:08 | |
The most important thing is whoever is the strongest - | 0:01:08 | 0:01:11 | |
they rule. | 0:01:11 | 0:01:12 | |
-So this is the story of King Lear. -Enjoy. | 0:01:12 | 0:01:16 | |
I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall. | 0:01:37 | 0:01:40 | |
It always seemed so to us - but now, in the division | 0:01:40 | 0:01:43 | |
of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most. | 0:01:43 | 0:01:47 | |
Is not this your son, my lord? | 0:01:47 | 0:01:48 | |
Mm. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. | 0:01:48 | 0:01:52 | |
I have so often blushed to acknowledge him | 0:01:52 | 0:01:55 | |
that now I am brazed to it. | 0:01:55 | 0:01:56 | |
I cannot conceive you. | 0:01:56 | 0:01:58 | |
Sir, this young fellow's mother could. | 0:01:58 | 0:02:00 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:02:00 | 0:02:01 | |
Whereupon she grew round-wombed, and had, indeed, sir, | 0:02:01 | 0:02:04 | |
a son for her cradle ere she had a husband for her bed. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:07 | |
Do you smell a fault? | 0:02:07 | 0:02:08 | |
I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:12 | |
But I have a son, sir, by order of law, | 0:02:12 | 0:02:14 | |
who yet is no dearer in my account. | 0:02:14 | 0:02:17 | |
Though this knave came something saucily to the world | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair - | 0:02:20 | 0:02:24 | |
there was good sport at his making. | 0:02:24 | 0:02:25 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:02:25 | 0:02:27 | |
And the whoreson must be acknowledged. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:29 | |
Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund? | 0:02:29 | 0:02:30 | |
No, my lord. | 0:02:30 | 0:02:32 | |
My lord of Kent - remember him hereafter as my honourable friend. | 0:02:32 | 0:02:36 | |
My services to your lordship. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:37 | |
I must love you, and sue to know you better. | 0:02:37 | 0:02:39 | |
Sir, I shall study deserving. | 0:02:39 | 0:02:41 | |
He has been out nine years, and away he shall again. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:44 | |
HEAVY DRUMBEAT | 0:02:44 | 0:02:45 | |
The King is coming. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:46 | |
FANFARE | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
I shall, my lord. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:30 | |
Meantime, we shall express our darker purpose. | 0:03:36 | 0:03:41 | |
Give me the map there. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:43 | |
Know that we have divided in three our kingdom. | 0:03:56 | 0:04:02 | |
And 'tis our fast intent | 0:04:02 | 0:04:04 | |
To shake all cares and business from our age, | 0:04:04 | 0:04:08 | |
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we | 0:04:08 | 0:04:13 | |
Unburdened crawl toward death. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:16 | |
Our son of Cornwall, | 0:04:18 | 0:04:20 | |
And you, our no less loving son of Albany, | 0:04:20 | 0:04:24 | |
We have this hour a constant will to publish | 0:04:24 | 0:04:28 | |
Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife | 0:04:28 | 0:04:32 | |
May be prevented now. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:34 | |
The two great princes, France and Burgundy, | 0:04:36 | 0:04:40 | |
Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, | 0:04:40 | 0:04:44 | |
Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, | 0:04:44 | 0:04:48 | |
And here are to be answered. | 0:04:48 | 0:04:50 | |
Tell me, my daughters - | 0:04:53 | 0:04:55 | |
Since now we will divest us both of rule, | 0:04:55 | 0:05:00 | |
Interest of territory, cares of state - | 0:05:00 | 0:05:04 | |
Which of you shall we say doth love us most, | 0:05:04 | 0:05:08 | |
That we our largest bounty may extend | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
Where nature doth with merit challenge? | 0:05:12 | 0:05:15 | |
Goneril, our eldest-born, speak first. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:22 | |
Sir, I do love you more than word can wield the matter, | 0:05:23 | 0:05:29 | |
Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty, | 0:05:29 | 0:05:33 | |
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare, | 0:05:33 | 0:05:38 | |
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honour! | 0:05:38 | 0:05:43 | |
As much as child e'er loved, or father found, | 0:05:43 | 0:05:48 | |
A love that makes breath poor and speech unable - | 0:05:48 | 0:05:53 | |
Beyond all manner of so much I love you. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:57 | |
Of all these bounds, even from this line to this, | 0:06:01 | 0:06:08 | |
With shadowy forests and with champaigns riched, | 0:06:08 | 0:06:12 | |
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, | 0:06:12 | 0:06:16 | |
We make thee lady. | 0:06:16 | 0:06:18 | |
To thine and Albany's issues | 0:06:18 | 0:06:21 | |
Be this perpetual. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:22 | |
What says our second daughter, | 0:06:26 | 0:06:29 | |
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:34 | |
Sir, I am made of that self mettle as my sister, | 0:06:34 | 0:06:39 | |
And prize me at her worth. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
In my true heart I find she names my very deed of love - | 0:06:41 | 0:06:45 | |
Only...she comes too short, that I profess | 0:06:45 | 0:06:50 | |
Myself an enemy to all other joys | 0:06:50 | 0:06:52 | |
Which the most precious square of sense possesses, | 0:06:52 | 0:06:56 | |
And find I am alone felicitate | 0:06:56 | 0:06:59 | |
In your dear highness' love. | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
To thee and thine hereditary ever | 0:07:01 | 0:07:05 | |
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom, | 0:07:05 | 0:07:09 | |
No less in space, validity and pleasure | 0:07:09 | 0:07:13 | |
Than that conferred on Goneril. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:16 | |
But now, our joy, | 0:07:19 | 0:07:24 | |
Although the last and least, to whose young love | 0:07:24 | 0:07:29 | |
The vines of France and the milk of Burgundy | 0:07:29 | 0:07:33 | |
Strive to be interessed, | 0:07:33 | 0:07:37 | |
What can you say to draw | 0:07:37 | 0:07:39 | |
A third more opulent than your sisters? | 0:07:39 | 0:07:42 | |
Speak. | 0:07:44 | 0:07:45 | |
Nothing, my lord. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:51 | |
Nothing? | 0:07:59 | 0:08:01 | |
Nothing. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:02 | |
How? Nothing will come of nothing. Speak again. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:09 | |
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave | 0:08:09 | 0:08:11 | |
My heart into my mouth. | 0:08:11 | 0:08:13 | |
I love your majesty | 0:08:13 | 0:08:14 | |
According to my bond, no more, no less. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:18 | |
How? How, Cordelia? | 0:08:18 | 0:08:21 | |
Mend your speech a little, | 0:08:22 | 0:08:24 | |
Lest you may mar your fortunes. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:26 | |
Good, my lord, | 0:08:26 | 0:08:27 | |
You have begot me, bred me, loved me. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
I return those duties back as are right fit, | 0:08:30 | 0:08:33 | |
Obey you, love you and most honour you. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:36 | |
Why have my sisters' husbands, if they say | 0:08:36 | 0:08:39 | |
They love you all? | 0:08:39 | 0:08:40 | |
Happily when I shall wed, | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry | 0:08:42 | 0:08:44 | |
Half my love with him, half my care and duty. | 0:08:44 | 0:08:48 | |
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters | 0:08:48 | 0:08:51 | |
To love my father all. | 0:08:51 | 0:08:53 | |
But goes thy heart with this? | 0:08:53 | 0:08:55 | |
Ay, my good lord. | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
So young and so untender? | 0:08:58 | 0:09:02 | |
So young, my lord, and true. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:05 | |
Well, let it be so. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
Thy truth then be thy dower, | 0:09:07 | 0:09:09 | |
For by the sacred radiance of the sun, | 0:09:09 | 0:09:12 | |
The mysteries of Hecate and the night, | 0:09:12 | 0:09:15 | |
By all the operation of the orbs | 0:09:15 | 0:09:17 | |
From whom we do exist and cease to be - | 0:09:17 | 0:09:19 | |
Here I disclaim all my paternal care, | 0:09:19 | 0:09:23 | |
Propinquity and property of blood, | 0:09:23 | 0:09:25 | |
And as a stranger to my heart and me | 0:09:25 | 0:09:27 | |
Hold thee from this for ever. | 0:09:27 | 0:09:29 | |
Good, my liege... | 0:09:29 | 0:09:30 | |
Peace, Kent! | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
Come not between the dragon and his wrath! | 0:09:33 | 0:09:36 | |
I loved her most, and thought to set my rest | 0:09:36 | 0:09:40 | |
On her kind nursery. | 0:09:40 | 0:09:42 | |
Hence, and avoid my sight! | 0:09:42 | 0:09:44 | |
So be my grave my peace, as here I give | 0:09:46 | 0:09:49 | |
Her father's heart from her! | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
Call France. Who stirs? Call Burgundy. | 0:09:52 | 0:09:56 | |
Cornwall and Albany, | 0:09:58 | 0:10:00 | |
With my two daughters' dowers, digest this third. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:04 | |
Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:08 | |
I do invest you jointly with my power, | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
Pre-eminence and all the large effects | 0:10:18 | 0:10:21 | |
That troop with majesty. | 0:10:21 | 0:10:22 | |
Ourself by monthly course, | 0:10:22 | 0:10:24 | |
With reservation of an hundred knights | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
By you to be sustained, shall our abode | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
Make with you by due turn - only we shall retain | 0:10:29 | 0:10:33 | |
The name, and all the addition to a king - the sway, | 0:10:33 | 0:10:37 | |
Revenue, execution of the rest, | 0:10:37 | 0:10:40 | |
Beloved sons, be yours - which to confirm, | 0:10:40 | 0:10:42 | |
This coronet part between you. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:44 | |
Royal Lear, whom I have ever honoured as my king, | 0:10:44 | 0:10:47 | |
Loved as my father, as my master followed, | 0:10:47 | 0:10:49 | |
As my great patron thought on in my prayers... | 0:10:49 | 0:10:52 | |
The bow is bent and drawn - make from the shaft. | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
Let it fall rather, though the fork invade | 0:10:55 | 0:10:57 | |
The region of my heart - be Kent unmannerly | 0:10:57 | 0:11:01 | |
When Lear is mad! | 0:11:01 | 0:11:03 | |
What wouldst thou do, old man? | 0:11:05 | 0:11:07 | |
Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak, | 0:11:07 | 0:11:10 | |
When power to flattery bows? | 0:11:10 | 0:11:12 | |
To plainness honour's bound | 0:11:12 | 0:11:14 | |
When majesty stoops to folly. | 0:11:14 | 0:11:17 | |
Reverse thy state, | 0:11:17 | 0:11:19 | |
And in thy best consideration check | 0:11:19 | 0:11:21 | |
This hideous rashness. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
Answer my life, my judgement, | 0:11:23 | 0:11:25 | |
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least, | 0:11:25 | 0:11:28 | |
Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sounds | 0:11:28 | 0:11:31 | |
Reverb no hollowness. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:33 | |
Kent, on thy life, no more. | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
My life I never held but as a pawn | 0:11:35 | 0:11:37 | |
To wage against thine enemies, ne'er fear to lose it, | 0:11:37 | 0:11:40 | |
Thy safety being the motive. | 0:11:40 | 0:11:42 | |
Out of my sight! | 0:11:42 | 0:11:43 | |
See better, Lear, and let me still remain | 0:11:43 | 0:11:46 | |
The true blank of thine eye. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:48 | |
Now by Apollo... | 0:11:48 | 0:11:49 | |
Now by Apollo, King, | 0:11:49 | 0:11:50 | |
Thou swear'st thy gods in vain! | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
O vassal! Miscreant! | 0:11:54 | 0:11:57 | |
-Dear sir... -Forbear! | 0:11:57 | 0:11:59 | |
Do, kill thy physician, and thy fee bestow | 0:11:59 | 0:12:02 | |
Upon the foul disease. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:03 | |
Revoke thy gift, | 0:12:04 | 0:12:07 | |
Or whilst I can vent clamour from my throat | 0:12:07 | 0:12:09 | |
I'll tell thee thou dost evil. | 0:12:09 | 0:12:12 | |
Hear me, recreant, | 0:12:24 | 0:12:30 | |
On thine allegiance, hear me - | 0:12:30 | 0:12:34 | |
That thou hast sought to make us break our vows, | 0:12:34 | 0:12:37 | |
Which we durst never yet, and with strained pride | 0:12:37 | 0:12:41 | |
To come betwixt our sentencing and our power, | 0:12:41 | 0:12:45 | |
Which nor our nature, nor our place can bear, | 0:12:45 | 0:12:48 | |
Our potency made good, take thy reward. | 0:12:48 | 0:12:52 | |
Five days we do allot thee for provision, | 0:12:52 | 0:12:54 | |
To shield thee from disasters of the world, | 0:12:54 | 0:12:57 | |
And on the sixth to turn thy hated back | 0:12:57 | 0:12:59 | |
Upon our kingdom. | 0:12:59 | 0:13:00 | |
If on the next day following | 0:13:00 | 0:13:02 | |
Thy banished trunk is found in our dominions... | 0:13:02 | 0:13:05 | |
..The moment is thy death. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:09 | |
Away! | 0:13:09 | 0:13:10 | |
By Jupiter, this shall not be revoked. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:15 | |
Why, fare thee well, King, since thus thou wilt appear, | 0:13:15 | 0:13:20 | |
Freedom lives hence and banishment is here. | 0:13:20 | 0:13:25 | |
The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, | 0:13:27 | 0:13:30 | |
That justly think'st and hast most rightly said. | 0:13:30 | 0:13:35 | |
And your large speeches may your deeds approve, | 0:13:35 | 0:13:39 | |
That good effects may spring from words of love. | 0:13:39 | 0:13:43 | |
Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu - | 0:13:46 | 0:13:50 | |
He'll shape his old course in a country new. | 0:13:50 | 0:13:54 | |
HEAVY DRUMBEAT | 0:13:54 | 0:13:56 | |
Here's France and Burgundy, my noble lord. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
My lord of Burgundy, | 0:14:07 | 0:14:08 | |
We first address toward you, | 0:14:08 | 0:14:11 | |
Who with this king | 0:14:11 | 0:14:12 | |
Hath rivalled for our daughter. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:14 | |
What in the least | 0:14:14 | 0:14:16 | |
Will you require in present dower with her, | 0:14:16 | 0:14:18 | |
Or cease your quest of love? | 0:14:18 | 0:14:19 | |
Most royal majesty, | 0:14:19 | 0:14:21 | |
I crave no more than hath your highness offered. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:25 | |
Nor will you tender less? | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
Right noble Burgundy, | 0:14:27 | 0:14:28 | |
When she was dear to us, we did hold her so, | 0:14:28 | 0:14:32 | |
But now her price is fallen. | 0:14:32 | 0:14:35 | |
Sir, there she stands - | 0:14:35 | 0:14:38 | |
If aught within that little-seeming substance, | 0:14:38 | 0:14:41 | |
Or all of it, with our displeasure pieced, | 0:14:41 | 0:14:43 | |
And nothing more, may fitly like your grace, | 0:14:43 | 0:14:45 | |
She's there, and she is yours. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:47 | |
I know no answer. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:48 | |
Sir, will you, with those infirmities she owes, | 0:14:48 | 0:14:53 | |
Unfriended, new adopted to our hate, | 0:14:53 | 0:14:56 | |
Dowered with our curse and strangered with our oath, | 0:14:56 | 0:14:59 | |
Take her or leave her? | 0:14:59 | 0:15:00 | |
Pardon me, royal sir - | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
Election makes not up on such conditions. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:04 | |
Then leave her, sir! | 0:15:04 | 0:15:06 | |
For, by the power that made me, | 0:15:10 | 0:15:13 | |
I tell you all her wealth. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:15 | |
For you, great king, | 0:15:15 | 0:15:18 | |
I would not from your love make such a stray, | 0:15:18 | 0:15:20 | |
To match you where I hate, therefore beseech you | 0:15:20 | 0:15:24 | |
To avert your liking a more worthier way | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
Than on a wretch whom nature is ashamed | 0:15:26 | 0:15:29 | |
Almost to acknowledge hers. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:31 | |
This is most strange, | 0:15:31 | 0:15:33 | |
That she who even but now was your best object, | 0:15:33 | 0:15:37 | |
The argument of your praise, balm of your age, | 0:15:37 | 0:15:41 | |
The best, the dearest, should in this trice of time | 0:15:41 | 0:15:45 | |
Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle | 0:15:45 | 0:15:48 | |
So many folds of favour. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:50 | |
Sure, her offence | 0:15:50 | 0:15:51 | |
Must be of such unnatural degree | 0:15:51 | 0:15:53 | |
That monsters it, or your fore-vouched affection | 0:15:53 | 0:15:57 | |
Fallen into taint - | 0:15:57 | 0:15:59 | |
Which to believe of her | 0:15:59 | 0:16:00 | |
Must be a faith that reason without miracle | 0:16:00 | 0:16:03 | |
Should never plant in me. | 0:16:03 | 0:16:04 | |
I yet beseech your majesty, | 0:16:04 | 0:16:06 | |
If for I want that glib and oily art | 0:16:06 | 0:16:10 | |
To speak and purpose not - since what I well intend, | 0:16:10 | 0:16:14 | |
I'll do it before I speak - | 0:16:14 | 0:16:16 | |
That you make known | 0:16:16 | 0:16:17 | |
It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, | 0:16:17 | 0:16:20 | |
Nor unchaste action or dishonoured step, | 0:16:20 | 0:16:22 | |
That hath deprived me of your grace and favour, | 0:16:22 | 0:16:25 | |
But even for want of that for which I am richer, | 0:16:25 | 0:16:30 | |
A still-soliciting eye and such a tongue | 0:16:30 | 0:16:33 | |
That I am glad I have not - though not to have it | 0:16:33 | 0:16:37 | |
Hath lost me in your liking. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:38 | |
Go to, go to. Better thou | 0:16:38 | 0:16:41 | |
Hadst not been born than not to have pleased me better. | 0:16:41 | 0:16:46 | |
Is it no more but this? | 0:16:46 | 0:16:48 | |
A tardiness in nature, | 0:16:48 | 0:16:50 | |
Which often leaves the history unspoke that it intends to do? | 0:16:50 | 0:16:55 | |
My lord of Burgundy, what say you to the lady? | 0:16:55 | 0:16:58 | |
Love's not love | 0:16:58 | 0:16:59 | |
When it is mingled with regards that stand | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
Aloof from the entire point. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
Will you have her? She is herself a dowry. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:06 | |
Royal King, | 0:17:06 | 0:17:07 | |
Give but that portion which yourself proposed, | 0:17:07 | 0:17:10 | |
And here I take Cordelia by the hand, Duchess of Burgundy. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:13 | |
Nothing. | 0:17:13 | 0:17:14 | |
I have sworn, I am firm. | 0:17:16 | 0:17:19 | |
I am sorry, then, you have so lost a father | 0:17:19 | 0:17:23 | |
That you must lose a husband. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:24 | |
Peace be with Burgundy. | 0:17:24 | 0:17:26 | |
Since that respects and fortune are his love, | 0:17:26 | 0:17:29 | |
I shall not be his wife. | 0:17:29 | 0:17:30 | |
Fairest Cordelia, that art most rich being poor, | 0:17:30 | 0:17:35 | |
Most choice forsaken and most loved despised, | 0:17:35 | 0:17:40 | |
Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon, | 0:17:40 | 0:17:43 | |
Be it lawful I take up what's cast away. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:46 | |
Thy dowerless daughter, King, thrown to my chance, | 0:17:46 | 0:17:49 | |
Is queen of us, of ours and our fair France. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:53 | |
Not all the dukes of waterish Burgundy | 0:17:53 | 0:17:56 | |
Can buy this unprized, precious maid of me. | 0:17:56 | 0:17:59 | |
Bid them farewell, Cordelia, though unkind, | 0:17:59 | 0:18:02 | |
Thou losest here, a better where to find. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:05 | |
Thou hast her, France - let her be thine, for we | 0:18:05 | 0:18:08 | |
Have no such daughter, nor will ever see | 0:18:08 | 0:18:11 | |
That face of hers again. | 0:18:11 | 0:18:13 | |
Therefore, be gone, | 0:18:13 | 0:18:14 | |
Without our grace, our love, our benison. | 0:18:14 | 0:18:18 | |
Come, noble Burgundy. | 0:18:18 | 0:18:20 | |
HEAVY DRUMBEAT | 0:18:20 | 0:18:24 | |
Bid farewell to your sisters. | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
The jewels of our father, with washed eyes | 0:18:31 | 0:18:36 | |
Cordelia leaves you. | 0:18:36 | 0:18:38 | |
I know you what you are, | 0:18:38 | 0:18:40 | |
And like a sister I am most loath to call | 0:18:40 | 0:18:42 | |
Your faults as they are named. | 0:18:42 | 0:18:44 | |
Love well our father! | 0:18:46 | 0:18:48 | |
To your professed bosom I commit him, | 0:18:48 | 0:18:50 | |
But yet, alas, stood I within his grace, | 0:18:50 | 0:18:52 | |
I would prefer him to a better place. | 0:18:52 | 0:18:54 | |
Farewell to you both. | 0:18:54 | 0:18:56 | |
Prescribe not us our duty. | 0:18:56 | 0:18:57 | |
Let your study be to content your lord, | 0:18:57 | 0:19:00 | |
Who hath received you at fortune's alms. | 0:19:00 | 0:19:03 | |
You have obedience scanted, | 0:19:03 | 0:19:05 | |
And well are worth the want that you have wanted. | 0:19:05 | 0:19:08 | |
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, | 0:19:08 | 0:19:11 | |
Who covert faults at last with shame derides. | 0:19:11 | 0:19:14 | |
Well may you prosper. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:16 | |
Come, my fair Cordelia. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:18 | |
Sister, it is not a little I have to say of what most nearly | 0:19:20 | 0:19:23 | |
appertains to us both. | 0:19:23 | 0:19:25 | |
I think our father will hence tonight. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:27 | |
That's most certain, and with you, next month with us. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:30 | |
You see how full of changes his age is. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
He always loved our sister most, and with what poor judgement | 0:19:33 | 0:19:38 | |
he hath now cast her off appears too grossly. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:41 | |
'Tis the infirmity of his age, yet he hath ever | 0:19:41 | 0:19:44 | |
but slenderly known himself. | 0:19:44 | 0:19:46 | |
The best and soundest of his time hath been but rash. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:49 | |
Then must we look to receive from his years not alone | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, | 0:19:52 | 0:19:55 | |
but therewithal the unruly waywardness | 0:19:55 | 0:19:58 | |
that infirm and choleric years bring with them. | 0:19:58 | 0:20:00 | |
Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him | 0:20:00 | 0:20:03 | |
as this of Kent's banishment. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:05 | |
Pray you let us hit together - if our father carry authority | 0:20:05 | 0:20:08 | |
with such disposition as he bears, | 0:20:08 | 0:20:10 | |
this last surrender of his will but offend us. | 0:20:10 | 0:20:13 | |
We shall further think of it. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:14 | |
We must do something, and in the heat. | 0:20:14 | 0:20:17 | |
Thou, Nature, art my goddess - to thy law | 0:20:26 | 0:20:30 | |
My services are bound. | 0:20:30 | 0:20:33 | |
Wherefore should I | 0:20:33 | 0:20:34 | |
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit | 0:20:34 | 0:20:38 | |
The curiosity of nations to deprive me? | 0:20:38 | 0:20:42 | |
For that I am some 12 or 14 moonshines | 0:20:42 | 0:20:46 | |
Lag of a brother? | 0:20:46 | 0:20:49 | |
Why bastard? | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
Wherefore base? | 0:20:51 | 0:20:54 | |
When my dimensions are as well compact, | 0:20:54 | 0:20:57 | |
My mind as generous, and my shape as true | 0:20:57 | 0:21:01 | |
As honest madam's issue? | 0:21:01 | 0:21:03 | |
Why brand they us | 0:21:04 | 0:21:06 | |
With base? With baseness, bastardy? | 0:21:06 | 0:21:13 | |
Base, base?! | 0:21:13 | 0:21:15 | |
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature take | 0:21:15 | 0:21:20 | |
More composition and fierce quality | 0:21:20 | 0:21:24 | |
Than doth within a dull, stale, tired bed | 0:21:24 | 0:21:28 | |
Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops | 0:21:28 | 0:21:33 | |
Got 'tween a sleep and wake? | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
Well, then, | 0:21:37 | 0:21:39 | |
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land. | 0:21:39 | 0:21:44 | |
Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund | 0:21:45 | 0:21:48 | |
As to the legitimate. | 0:21:48 | 0:21:50 | |
HE LAUGHS RUEFULLY | 0:21:50 | 0:21:52 | |
Fine word, "legitimate"! | 0:21:52 | 0:21:55 | |
Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed, | 0:21:55 | 0:22:01 | |
And my invention thrive, | 0:22:01 | 0:22:03 | |
Edmund the base | 0:22:03 | 0:22:04 | |
Shall top the legitimate! | 0:22:04 | 0:22:06 | |
I grow, I prosper - | 0:22:07 | 0:22:12 | |
Now, gods, stand up for bastards! | 0:22:12 | 0:22:16 | |
Kent banished thus? And France in choler parted? | 0:22:16 | 0:22:21 | |
And the King gone tonight? | 0:22:21 | 0:22:23 | |
All this done upon the gad? | 0:22:23 | 0:22:24 | |
Edmund, how now, what news? | 0:22:26 | 0:22:28 | |
So please your lordship, none. | 0:22:28 | 0:22:30 | |
Why so earnestly seek you to put up that letter? | 0:22:32 | 0:22:34 | |
I know no news, my lord. | 0:22:34 | 0:22:37 | |
What paper were you reading? | 0:22:37 | 0:22:38 | |
Nothing, my lord. | 0:22:38 | 0:22:40 | |
No? What needed, then, that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket? | 0:22:40 | 0:22:45 | |
The quality of nothing hath no such need to hide itself. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:49 | |
Let's see - come. | 0:22:49 | 0:22:51 | |
If it be nothing, I shall not need spectacles. | 0:22:51 | 0:22:54 | |
I beseech you, sir, pardon me. | 0:22:55 | 0:22:58 | |
It is a letter from my brother that I have not all o'er-read, | 0:22:58 | 0:23:02 | |
and for so much as I have perused, | 0:23:02 | 0:23:04 | |
I find it not fit for your o'er-looking. | 0:23:04 | 0:23:07 | |
Give me the letter, sir. | 0:23:07 | 0:23:08 | |
I shall offend, either to detain or give it. | 0:23:08 | 0:23:11 | |
The contents, as in part I understand them, are to blame. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:15 | |
Let's see, let's see. | 0:23:15 | 0:23:17 | |
I hope, for my brother's justification, | 0:23:17 | 0:23:19 | |
he wrote this but as an essay, or taste of my virtue. | 0:23:19 | 0:23:23 | |
"This policy, and reverence of age, | 0:23:24 | 0:23:26 | |
"makes the world bitter to the best of our times, | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
"keeps our fortunes from us till our oldness cannot relish them. | 0:23:29 | 0:23:33 | |
"I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression | 0:23:33 | 0:23:36 | |
"of aged tyranny, who sways not as | 0:23:36 | 0:23:38 | |
"it hath power, but as it is suffered. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:41 | |
"Come to me, that of this I may speak more. | 0:23:41 | 0:23:43 | |
"If our father would sleep till I waked him... | 0:23:43 | 0:23:46 | |
"..you should enjoy half his revenue | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
"for ever and live the beloved of your brother, Edgar." | 0:23:49 | 0:23:53 | |
Huh! Conspiracy. | 0:23:55 | 0:23:58 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:24:00 | 0:24:02 | |
"Sleep till I wake him, you should enjoy half his revenue." | 0:24:05 | 0:24:09 | |
My son Edgar? Had he a hand to write this? | 0:24:10 | 0:24:14 | |
A heart and brain to breed it in? | 0:24:14 | 0:24:17 | |
When came you to this? Who brought it? | 0:24:19 | 0:24:21 | |
It was not brought me, my lord, there's the cunning of it. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:24 | |
I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet. | 0:24:24 | 0:24:27 | |
You know the character to be your brother's? | 0:24:27 | 0:24:29 | |
If the matter were good, I durst swear it were his - | 0:24:29 | 0:24:31 | |
but, in respect of that, I would fain think it were not. | 0:24:31 | 0:24:35 | |
-It is his? -It is his hand, my lord. | 0:24:35 | 0:24:36 | |
But I hope his heart is not in the contents. | 0:24:38 | 0:24:40 | |
Hath he never before sounded you in this business? | 0:24:40 | 0:24:43 | |
Never, my lord. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:44 | |
But I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit that, | 0:24:44 | 0:24:47 | |
sons at perfect age and fathers declined, | 0:24:47 | 0:24:52 | |
the father should be as ward to the son and the son manage his revenue. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:57 | |
O villain, villain! | 0:24:57 | 0:24:59 | |
His very opinion in the letter. Abhorred villain! | 0:25:01 | 0:25:05 | |
Unnatural, detested, brutish villain - | 0:25:05 | 0:25:08 | |
worse than brutish! | 0:25:08 | 0:25:09 | |
Go, sirrah, seek him. | 0:25:09 | 0:25:10 | |
I'll apprehend him. | 0:25:10 | 0:25:12 | |
Abominable villain, where is he? | 0:25:12 | 0:25:14 | |
I do not well know, my lord. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:16 | |
I dare pawn down my life for him, that he hath writ this to | 0:25:17 | 0:25:21 | |
feel my affection to your honour, and to no other pretence of danger. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:25 | |
Think you so? | 0:25:25 | 0:25:26 | |
If your honour judge it meet, I shall place you | 0:25:26 | 0:25:28 | |
where you shall hear us | 0:25:28 | 0:25:30 | |
confer of this and by an auricular assurance have your satisfaction, | 0:25:30 | 0:25:34 | |
and that without any further delay than this very evening. | 0:25:34 | 0:25:38 | |
He cannot be such a monster. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:39 | |
Nor is not, sure. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:40 | |
To his father, who so tenderly and entirely loves him. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:44 | |
Heaven and earth! Edmund, seek him out. | 0:25:44 | 0:25:47 | |
Wind me into him, I pray you, frame the business after your own wisdom. | 0:25:47 | 0:25:50 | |
I will seek him out, sir, presently - | 0:25:50 | 0:25:53 | |
convey the business as I shall find means and acquaint you withal. | 0:25:53 | 0:25:56 | |
These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us. | 0:25:56 | 0:26:01 | |
Though the wisdom of Nature can reason it thus and thus, | 0:26:01 | 0:26:04 | |
yet nature finds itself scourged by the sequent effects. | 0:26:04 | 0:26:10 | |
Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide, | 0:26:10 | 0:26:14 | |
and the bond cracked 'twixt son and father. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:16 | |
This villain of mine comes under the prediction - | 0:26:16 | 0:26:20 | |
there's son against father. | 0:26:20 | 0:26:22 | |
The King falls from bias of nature - there's father against child. | 0:26:22 | 0:26:26 | |
We have seen the best of our time. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:30 | |
Seek out this villain, Edmund. It shall lose thee nothing. | 0:26:30 | 0:26:34 | |
Do it carefully. | 0:26:35 | 0:26:37 | |
And the noble and true-hearted Kent banished, his offence, honesty! | 0:26:37 | 0:26:45 | |
'Tis strange! | 0:26:45 | 0:26:46 | |
This is the excellent foppery of the world, | 0:26:52 | 0:26:57 | |
that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own | 0:26:57 | 0:27:02 | |
behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and | 0:27:02 | 0:27:07 | |
the stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly | 0:27:07 | 0:27:15 | |
compulsion, knaves, thieves and treachers by spherical predominance. | 0:27:15 | 0:27:21 | |
Drunkards, liars and adulterers | 0:27:21 | 0:27:24 | |
by an enforced obedience of planetary influence. | 0:27:24 | 0:27:29 | |
And all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on. | 0:27:29 | 0:27:33 | |
An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, | 0:27:35 | 0:27:40 | |
to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star. | 0:27:40 | 0:27:44 | |
My father compounded with my mother under the dragon's tail | 0:27:46 | 0:27:51 | |
and my nativity was under Ursa Major, | 0:27:51 | 0:27:54 | |
so that it follows I am lecherous and rough. | 0:27:54 | 0:27:58 | |
Fut! | 0:27:59 | 0:28:01 | |
I should have been that I am had the maidenliest star | 0:28:02 | 0:28:08 | |
in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:12 | |
Pat he comes, like the catastrophe of the old comedy. | 0:28:15 | 0:28:20 | |
My cue is villainous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam. | 0:28:21 | 0:28:27 | |
O, these eclipses do foretell these divisions! | 0:28:29 | 0:28:35 | |
Fa, sol, la, mi. | 0:28:35 | 0:28:38 | |
How now, brother Edmund, what serious contemplation are you in? | 0:28:38 | 0:28:42 | |
I am thinking, brother, of a prediction | 0:28:42 | 0:28:44 | |
I read this other day, what should follow these eclipses. | 0:28:44 | 0:28:48 | |
Do you busy yourself with that? | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
I promise you, what he writes of succeeds unhappily, | 0:28:50 | 0:28:55 | |
as of the unnaturalness between the child and the parent, | 0:28:55 | 0:28:58 | |
death, dearth, dissolution of ancient amities, divisions in state, | 0:28:58 | 0:29:03 | |
menaces and maledictions against King and nobles, | 0:29:03 | 0:29:07 | |
needless diffidences, banishment of friends, | 0:29:07 | 0:29:11 | |
dissipation of cohorts, nuptial breaches, and I know not what. | 0:29:11 | 0:29:15 | |
How long have you been a sectary astronomical? | 0:29:15 | 0:29:18 | |
Come, come, when saw you my father last? | 0:29:19 | 0:29:23 | |
-Why, the night gone by. -Spake you with him? | 0:29:24 | 0:29:27 | |
Ay, two hours together. | 0:29:27 | 0:29:29 | |
Parted you in good terms? | 0:29:29 | 0:29:30 | |
Found you no displeasure in him, by word nor countenance? | 0:29:30 | 0:29:33 | |
None at all. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:35 | |
Bethink yourself wherein you may have offended him, and at my | 0:29:35 | 0:29:39 | |
entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath qualified | 0:29:39 | 0:29:45 | |
the heat of his displeasure, which at this instant so rageth in him | 0:29:45 | 0:29:51 | |
that with the mischief of your person it would scarcely allay. | 0:29:51 | 0:29:55 | |
Some villain hath done me wrong. | 0:29:55 | 0:29:57 | |
That's my fear. | 0:29:57 | 0:29:59 | |
I pray you, have a continent forbearance till | 0:29:59 | 0:30:04 | |
the speed of his rage goes slower, and, as I say, retire with me to | 0:30:04 | 0:30:09 | |
my lodging, from whence I will fitly bring you to hear my lord speak. | 0:30:09 | 0:30:14 | |
Pray ye, there's my key. | 0:30:14 | 0:30:16 | |
If you do stir abroad, go armed. | 0:30:20 | 0:30:24 | |
Armed, brother? | 0:30:24 | 0:30:25 | |
Brother, I advise you to the best, go armed. | 0:30:25 | 0:30:28 | |
I am no honest man if there be any good meaning toward you. | 0:30:30 | 0:30:34 | |
I have told you what I have seen and heard - but faintly - | 0:30:34 | 0:30:37 | |
nothing like the image and horror of it. | 0:30:37 | 0:30:40 | |
Now pray you, away! | 0:30:40 | 0:30:41 | |
Shall I hear from you anon? | 0:30:41 | 0:30:42 | |
I do serve you in this business. | 0:30:42 | 0:30:44 | |
A credulous father and a brother noble, | 0:30:52 | 0:30:57 | |
Whose nature is so far from doing harms | 0:30:57 | 0:31:01 | |
That he suspects none - | 0:31:01 | 0:31:04 | |
on whose foolish honesty | 0:31:04 | 0:31:08 | |
My practices ride easy. | 0:31:08 | 0:31:10 | |
I see the business. | 0:31:12 | 0:31:14 | |
Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit. | 0:31:14 | 0:31:19 | |
All with me's meet that I can fashion fit. | 0:31:19 | 0:31:22 | |
Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool? | 0:31:26 | 0:31:31 | |
Ay, madam. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:32 | |
By day and night he wrongs me. | 0:31:36 | 0:31:38 | |
Every hour | 0:31:39 | 0:31:40 | |
He flashes into one gross crime or other | 0:31:40 | 0:31:43 | |
That sets us all at odds. | 0:31:43 | 0:31:45 | |
I'll not endure it. | 0:31:45 | 0:31:46 | |
His knights grow riotous and himself upbraids us | 0:31:47 | 0:31:50 | |
On every trifle. | 0:31:50 | 0:31:52 | |
When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him - say I am sick. | 0:31:54 | 0:31:59 | |
If you come slack of former services | 0:32:00 | 0:32:02 | |
-You shall do well. -Oh, I don't... -The fault of it I'll answer. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:06 | |
HORNS SOUND | 0:32:06 | 0:32:07 | |
He's coming, madam - I hear him. | 0:32:07 | 0:32:09 | |
Put on what weary negligence you please, | 0:32:09 | 0:32:13 | |
You and your fellows. I'd have it come to question. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:17 | |
If he distaste it, let him to our sister, | 0:32:17 | 0:32:19 | |
Whose mind and mine, | 0:32:19 | 0:32:21 | |
I know in that are one, Not to be overruled. | 0:32:21 | 0:32:26 | |
Idle old man, | 0:32:27 | 0:32:28 | |
That still would manage those authorities | 0:32:28 | 0:32:31 | |
That he hath given away. | 0:32:31 | 0:32:33 | |
Now by my life | 0:32:33 | 0:32:35 | |
Old fools are babes again and must be used | 0:32:35 | 0:32:38 | |
With checks as flatteries, when they are seen abused. | 0:32:38 | 0:32:43 | |
-Remember what I have said. -Very well, madam. | 0:32:43 | 0:32:46 | |
And let his knights have colder looks among you, | 0:32:46 | 0:32:48 | |
What grows of it no matter - advise your fellows so. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:53 | |
I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall, | 0:32:53 | 0:32:56 | |
That I may speak. | 0:32:56 | 0:32:58 | |
I'll write straight to my sister | 0:32:58 | 0:32:59 | |
To hold my very course. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:02 | |
Go, prepare for dinner. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:04 | |
LAUGHING AND CHATTER | 0:33:04 | 0:33:06 | |
If but as well I other accents borrow | 0:33:10 | 0:33:12 | |
That can my speech diffuse, my good intent | 0:33:12 | 0:33:15 | |
May carry through itself to that full issue | 0:33:15 | 0:33:17 | |
For which I razed my likeness. | 0:33:17 | 0:33:20 | |
Now, banished Kent, | 0:33:20 | 0:33:22 | |
If thou canst serve where thou dost stand condemned | 0:33:22 | 0:33:25 | |
So may it come thy master whom thou lov'st | 0:33:25 | 0:33:27 | |
Shall find thee full of labours. | 0:33:27 | 0:33:29 | |
YELLING | 0:33:31 | 0:33:33 | |
Let me not stay a jot for dinner - | 0:33:46 | 0:33:49 | |
go, get it ready. | 0:33:49 | 0:33:51 | |
-THEY CHANT: -Dinner! Dinner! Dinner! | 0:33:51 | 0:33:57 | |
How now, what art thou? | 0:33:58 | 0:34:01 | |
A man, sir. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:03 | |
What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us? | 0:34:03 | 0:34:07 | |
I do profess to be no less than I seem - to serve him truly | 0:34:07 | 0:34:10 | |
that will put me in trust, to love him that is honest, | 0:34:10 | 0:34:13 | |
to converse with him that is wise and says little, | 0:34:13 | 0:34:16 | |
to fear judgment, to fight when I cannot choose - and to eat no fish. | 0:34:16 | 0:34:20 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:34:20 | 0:34:22 | |
What art thou? | 0:34:22 | 0:34:23 | |
A very honest-hearted fellow, and as poor as the King. | 0:34:23 | 0:34:26 | |
If thou be'st as poor for a subject as he is for a king, | 0:34:26 | 0:34:29 | |
thou art poor enough. | 0:34:29 | 0:34:31 | |
-What wouldst thou? -Service. | 0:34:31 | 0:34:34 | |
Who wouldst thou serve? | 0:34:34 | 0:34:36 | |
You. | 0:34:36 | 0:34:37 | |
Dost thou know me, fellow? | 0:34:37 | 0:34:39 | |
No, sir, but you have that in your countenance | 0:34:39 | 0:34:41 | |
that I would fain call master. | 0:34:41 | 0:34:44 | |
What's that? | 0:34:44 | 0:34:45 | |
Authority. | 0:34:45 | 0:34:46 | |
What services canst thou do? | 0:34:48 | 0:34:51 | |
I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, | 0:34:51 | 0:34:54 | |
mar a curious tale in telling it and deliver a plain message bluntly. | 0:34:54 | 0:34:58 | |
That which ordinary men are fit for I am qualified in, | 0:34:58 | 0:35:00 | |
and the best of me is diligence. | 0:35:00 | 0:35:03 | |
How old art thou? | 0:35:04 | 0:35:06 | |
Not so young, sir, to love a woman for singing, | 0:35:06 | 0:35:08 | |
nor so old to dote on her for anything. | 0:35:08 | 0:35:11 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:35:11 | 0:35:12 | |
I have years on my back forty-eight. | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
Follow me, thou shalt serve me - if I like thee no worse after dinner, | 0:35:16 | 0:35:22 | |
I will not part from thee yet. | 0:35:22 | 0:35:24 | |
Dinner, ho, dinner! | 0:35:24 | 0:35:27 | |
Where's my knave, my fool? | 0:35:29 | 0:35:32 | |
You, you, sirrah, where's my daughter? | 0:35:32 | 0:35:35 | |
So please you - | 0:35:35 | 0:35:37 | |
un, deux, trois... | 0:35:37 | 0:35:39 | |
What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back. | 0:35:39 | 0:35:43 | |
Where's my fool? | 0:35:46 | 0:35:48 | |
Ho, I think the world's asleep. | 0:35:48 | 0:35:52 | |
How now, where's that mongrel? | 0:35:52 | 0:35:54 | |
He says, my lord, your daughter is not well. | 0:35:54 | 0:35:57 | |
Why came not the slave back to me when I called him? | 0:35:57 | 0:35:59 | |
Sir, he answered me in the roundest manner, he would not. | 0:35:59 | 0:36:02 | |
He would not? | 0:36:02 | 0:36:04 | |
My lord, I know not what the matter is, | 0:36:04 | 0:36:07 | |
but to my judgment your highness is not entertained with that | 0:36:07 | 0:36:10 | |
ceremonious affection as you were wont. | 0:36:10 | 0:36:12 | |
Ah. Sayst thou so. | 0:36:12 | 0:36:15 | |
I beseech you pardon me, my lord, if I be mistaken. | 0:36:15 | 0:36:18 | |
For my duty cannot be silent when I think your highness wronged. | 0:36:18 | 0:36:22 | |
I will look further into't. | 0:36:22 | 0:36:25 | |
But where's my fool? | 0:36:25 | 0:36:26 | |
I have not seen him this two days. | 0:36:27 | 0:36:29 | |
Since my young lady's going into France, sir, | 0:36:29 | 0:36:31 | |
the fool hath much pined away. | 0:36:31 | 0:36:33 | |
No more of that, I have noted it well. | 0:36:33 | 0:36:37 | |
Go you and tell my daughter I would speak with her. | 0:36:37 | 0:36:39 | |
Go you, call hither my fool. | 0:36:39 | 0:36:41 | |
You, sir. You, sir! | 0:36:43 | 0:36:46 | |
Come you hither, sir. | 0:36:51 | 0:36:53 | |
Who am I, sir? | 0:36:57 | 0:36:59 | |
My lady's father. | 0:37:02 | 0:37:03 | |
My lady's father? | 0:37:04 | 0:37:06 | |
My lord's knave, you whoreson dog, you slave, you cur! | 0:37:07 | 0:37:13 | |
I am none of these, my lord, I beseech your pardon. | 0:37:13 | 0:37:17 | |
Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal? | 0:37:17 | 0:37:20 | |
I'll not be strucken, my lord. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:22 | |
Nor tripped neither, you base football player. | 0:37:22 | 0:37:25 | |
I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'st me and I'll love thee. | 0:37:25 | 0:37:29 | |
Come, sir, arise, away, I'll teach you differences. | 0:37:29 | 0:37:32 | |
Away, away. If you will measure your lubber's length again, tarry - | 0:37:32 | 0:37:36 | |
but away, go to, have you wisdom? | 0:37:36 | 0:37:38 | |
So! | 0:37:40 | 0:37:41 | |
Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. | 0:37:41 | 0:37:44 | |
There's earnest of thy service. | 0:37:44 | 0:37:46 | |
A SINGLE PERSON APPLAUDS | 0:37:46 | 0:37:49 | |
Let me hire him too. | 0:37:53 | 0:37:55 | |
Here's my coxcomb. | 0:37:58 | 0:38:00 | |
How now, my pretty knave, how dost thou? | 0:38:00 | 0:38:03 | |
Sirrah, you were best take my coxcomb. | 0:38:05 | 0:38:07 | |
-Why, fool? -Why? For taking one's part that's out of favour. | 0:38:07 | 0:38:11 | |
Nay, an thou canst not smile as the wind sits, | 0:38:11 | 0:38:14 | |
thou'lt catch cold shortly. | 0:38:14 | 0:38:16 | |
There, take my coxcomb. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:18 | |
Why, this fellow has banished two on's daughters | 0:38:18 | 0:38:21 | |
and did the third a blessing against his will - | 0:38:21 | 0:38:23 | |
if thou follow him, thou must needs wear my coxcomb. | 0:38:23 | 0:38:26 | |
How now, Nuncle? | 0:38:31 | 0:38:35 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:38:40 | 0:38:42 | |
Would I had two coxcombs and two daughters. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:44 | |
Why, my boy? | 0:38:44 | 0:38:46 | |
If I gave them all my living, I'd keep my coxcombs myself. | 0:38:46 | 0:38:50 | |
There's mine - beg another of thy daughters. | 0:38:50 | 0:38:53 | |
Take heed, sirrah, the whip. | 0:38:53 | 0:38:55 | |
Truth's a dog that must to kennel - he must be whipped out, | 0:38:55 | 0:38:59 | |
when the Lady Brach may stand by the fire and stink. | 0:38:59 | 0:39:02 | |
A pestilent gall to me. | 0:39:02 | 0:39:03 | |
-Sirrah, I'll teach thee a speech. -Do. | 0:39:03 | 0:39:05 | |
Mark it, Nuncle. | 0:39:05 | 0:39:07 | |
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT | 0:39:08 | 0:39:09 | |
Have more than thou showest, | 0:39:12 | 0:39:14 | |
Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest, | 0:39:14 | 0:39:17 | |
Ride more than thou goest, Learn more than thou trowest, | 0:39:17 | 0:39:20 | |
Set less than thou throwest, | 0:39:20 | 0:39:21 | |
# Leave thy drink and thy whore | 0:39:21 | 0:39:23 | |
# And keep in-a-door, And thou shalt have more | 0:39:23 | 0:39:25 | |
# Than two tens to a score. # | 0:39:25 | 0:39:26 | |
This is nothing, fool. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:29 | |
Then 'tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer, | 0:39:29 | 0:39:32 | |
you gave me nothing for't. | 0:39:32 | 0:39:34 | |
Can you make no use of nothing, Nuncle? | 0:39:34 | 0:39:36 | |
Why no, boy - nothing can be made out of nothing. | 0:39:36 | 0:39:39 | |
Prithee tell him, so much the rent of his land comes to - | 0:39:39 | 0:39:42 | |
-he will not believe a fool. -A bitter fool. | 0:39:42 | 0:39:44 | |
Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool | 0:39:44 | 0:39:49 | |
-and a sweet one? -No, lad, teach me. | 0:39:49 | 0:39:51 | |
That lord that counselled thee to give away thy land, | 0:39:51 | 0:39:54 | |
Come place him here by me - Do thou for him stand. | 0:39:54 | 0:39:57 | |
The sweet and bitter fool Will presently appear, | 0:39:57 | 0:40:01 | |
The one in motley here, The other found out there. | 0:40:01 | 0:40:04 | |
Dost thou call me fool, boy? | 0:40:10 | 0:40:13 | |
All thy other titles thou hast given away - that thou wast born with. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:17 | |
This is not altogether fool, my lord. | 0:40:17 | 0:40:19 | |
Nuncle, give me an egg... | 0:40:19 | 0:40:21 | |
HE CLUCKS | 0:40:21 | 0:40:24 | |
..give me an egg and I'll give thee two crowns. | 0:40:24 | 0:40:27 | |
What two crowns shall they be? | 0:40:27 | 0:40:29 | |
Why, after I have cut the egg i' the middle, | 0:40:29 | 0:40:32 | |
and eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:36 | |
When thou clovest thy crown i' the middle, and gav'st away both parts, | 0:40:37 | 0:40:40 | |
thou bor'st thine ass on thy back o'er the dirt. | 0:40:40 | 0:40:44 | |
Thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown | 0:40:45 | 0:40:47 | |
when thou gav'st thy golden one away. | 0:40:47 | 0:40:49 | |
If I speak like myself in this, | 0:40:49 | 0:40:51 | |
let him be whipped that first finds it so. | 0:40:51 | 0:40:54 | |
# Fools had ne'er less grace in a year | 0:40:56 | 0:40:59 | |
# For wise men are grown foppish | 0:41:00 | 0:41:03 | |
# And know not what their wits to wear | 0:41:04 | 0:41:08 | |
# Their manners are so apish. # | 0:41:08 | 0:41:11 | |
When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah? | 0:41:11 | 0:41:14 | |
I have used it, Nuncle, | 0:41:14 | 0:41:15 | |
e'er since thou mad'st thy daughters thy mothers, | 0:41:15 | 0:41:17 | |
for when thou gav'st them the rod, and putt'st down thine own breeches, | 0:41:17 | 0:41:21 | |
# Then they for sudden joy did weep | 0:41:21 | 0:41:24 | |
# And I for sorrow sung | 0:41:24 | 0:41:27 | |
# That such a king should play bo-peep | 0:41:27 | 0:41:31 | |
# And go the fools among. # | 0:41:32 | 0:41:34 | |
Prithee, Nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to lie - | 0:41:35 | 0:41:39 | |
I would fain learn to lie. | 0:41:39 | 0:41:41 | |
An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipped. | 0:41:41 | 0:41:44 | |
I marvel what kin thou and thy daughters are. | 0:41:44 | 0:41:46 | |
They'll have me whipped for speaking true, | 0:41:46 | 0:41:48 | |
thou'lt have me whipped for lying, | 0:41:48 | 0:41:50 | |
and sometimes I am whipped for holding my peace. | 0:41:50 | 0:41:53 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:41:53 | 0:41:54 | |
I had rather be any kind o' thing than a fool, | 0:42:02 | 0:42:06 | |
and yet I would not be thee, Nuncle. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:09 | |
Thou hast pared thy wit o' both sides | 0:42:09 | 0:42:12 | |
and left nothing i' the middle. | 0:42:12 | 0:42:14 | |
Oh. Here comes one o'the parings. | 0:42:14 | 0:42:17 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:42:17 | 0:42:19 | |
How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? | 0:42:19 | 0:42:23 | |
Methinks you are too much of late i' the frown. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:26 | |
Thou wast a pretty fellow | 0:42:26 | 0:42:27 | |
when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:29 | |
Now thou art an O without a figure - I am better than thou art now. | 0:42:29 | 0:42:33 | |
I am a fool, thou art nothing. | 0:42:33 | 0:42:34 | |
Yes, forsooth, I will hold my tongue, so your face bids me, | 0:42:34 | 0:42:37 | |
though you say nothing. | 0:42:37 | 0:42:38 | |
# Mum, mum! | 0:42:40 | 0:42:41 | |
# He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, Weary of all, shall want some. # | 0:42:41 | 0:42:45 | |
That's a shelled peascod. | 0:42:46 | 0:42:48 | |
Not only, sir, this your all-licensed fool, | 0:42:48 | 0:42:52 | |
But other of your insolent retinue Do hourly carp and quarrel, | 0:42:52 | 0:42:56 | |
breaking forth In rank and not-to-be-endured riots. | 0:42:56 | 0:43:00 | |
Sir, I had thought by making this well known unto you | 0:43:00 | 0:43:03 | |
To have found a safe redress, | 0:43:03 | 0:43:06 | |
but now grow fearful | 0:43:06 | 0:43:07 | |
By what yourself too late have spoke and done, | 0:43:07 | 0:43:09 | |
That you protect this course and put it on | 0:43:09 | 0:43:13 | |
By your allowance. | 0:43:13 | 0:43:14 | |
For you know, Nuncle, | 0:43:14 | 0:43:15 | |
The hedge-sparrow has fed the cuckoo so long | 0:43:15 | 0:43:17 | |
It's had it head bit off by its young. | 0:43:17 | 0:43:20 | |
So out went the candle and we were left darkling. | 0:43:20 | 0:43:24 | |
Are you our daughter? | 0:43:24 | 0:43:26 | |
Come, sir, I would you would make use of that good wisdom, | 0:43:26 | 0:43:30 | |
Whereof I know you are fraught, and put away | 0:43:30 | 0:43:34 | |
These dispositions, which of late transport you | 0:43:34 | 0:43:36 | |
From what you rightly are. | 0:43:36 | 0:43:38 | |
May not an ass know when the cart draws the horse? | 0:43:38 | 0:43:41 | |
Whoop, Jug, I love thee. | 0:43:41 | 0:43:43 | |
Doth any here know me? | 0:43:45 | 0:43:48 | |
Why, this is not Lear. | 0:43:48 | 0:43:50 | |
Doth Lear walk thus, speak thus? Where are his eyes? | 0:43:50 | 0:43:56 | |
Either his notion weakens or his discernings are lethargied - Ha! | 0:43:57 | 0:44:02 | |
Sleeping or waking? Sure 'tis not so. | 0:44:02 | 0:44:05 | |
Who is it that can tell me who I am? | 0:44:05 | 0:44:08 | |
Lear's shadow. | 0:44:08 | 0:44:10 | |
I would learn that, for by the marks of sovereignty, knowledge | 0:44:11 | 0:44:16 | |
and reason, I should be false persuaded I had daughters. | 0:44:16 | 0:44:21 | |
Which they will make an obedient father. | 0:44:21 | 0:44:23 | |
Your name, fair gentlewoman? | 0:44:23 | 0:44:26 | |
This admiration, sir, is much o' the savour | 0:44:26 | 0:44:28 | |
Of other your new pranks. | 0:44:28 | 0:44:31 | |
I do beseech you | 0:44:31 | 0:44:32 | |
To understand my purposes aright - | 0:44:32 | 0:44:34 | |
As you are old and reverend, should be wise. | 0:44:34 | 0:44:38 | |
Here do you keep a hundred knights and squires, | 0:44:39 | 0:44:43 | |
Men so disordered, so debauched and bold, | 0:44:43 | 0:44:47 | |
That this our court, infected with their manners, | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
Shows like a riotous inn. | 0:44:50 | 0:44:52 | |
Epicurism and lust | 0:44:53 | 0:44:55 | |
Make it more like a tavern or a brothel | 0:44:55 | 0:44:58 | |
Than a graced palace. | 0:44:58 | 0:45:00 | |
The shame itself doth speak | 0:45:00 | 0:45:01 | |
For instant remedy. | 0:45:01 | 0:45:03 | |
Be then desired, | 0:45:03 | 0:45:05 | |
By her that else will take the thing she begs, | 0:45:05 | 0:45:08 | |
A little to disquantity your train, | 0:45:08 | 0:45:12 | |
And the remainder that shall still depend | 0:45:12 | 0:45:15 | |
To be such men as may besort your age, | 0:45:15 | 0:45:17 | |
And know themselves, and you. | 0:45:17 | 0:45:20 | |
Darkness and devils! Saddle my horses - call my train together. | 0:45:20 | 0:45:24 | |
Degenerate bastard, I'll not trouble thee - | 0:45:25 | 0:45:28 | |
Yet have I left a daughter. | 0:45:28 | 0:45:30 | |
You strike my people, | 0:45:30 | 0:45:32 | |
and your disordered rabble | 0:45:32 | 0:45:33 | |
Make servants of their betters. | 0:45:33 | 0:45:35 | |
Woe that too late repents! | 0:45:35 | 0:45:37 | |
O, sir, are you come? | 0:45:37 | 0:45:39 | |
Is it your will, sir? Speak. | 0:45:40 | 0:45:43 | |
Prepare my horses. | 0:45:43 | 0:45:44 | |
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, | 0:45:46 | 0:45:50 | |
More hideous when thou show'st thee in a child | 0:45:50 | 0:45:53 | |
Than the sea-monster. | 0:45:53 | 0:45:54 | |
Pray, sir, be patient. | 0:45:54 | 0:45:55 | |
Detested kite, thou liest. | 0:45:55 | 0:45:58 | |
My train are men of choice and rarest part | 0:46:00 | 0:46:04 | |
That all particulars of duty know, | 0:46:04 | 0:46:06 | |
And in the most exact regard support The worships of their name. | 0:46:06 | 0:46:12 | |
O most small fault, | 0:46:12 | 0:46:14 | |
How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show, | 0:46:14 | 0:46:17 | |
Which like an engine wrenched my frame of nature | 0:46:17 | 0:46:21 | |
From the fixed place, drew from my heart all love | 0:46:21 | 0:46:24 | |
And added to the gall. | 0:46:24 | 0:46:25 | |
O Lear, Lear, Lear! | 0:46:25 | 0:46:27 | |
Beat at this gate that let thy folly in | 0:46:27 | 0:46:30 | |
And thy dear judgment out. | 0:46:30 | 0:46:31 | |
Go, go, my people. | 0:46:31 | 0:46:33 | |
My lord, I am guiltless as I am ignorant | 0:46:33 | 0:46:36 | |
Of what hath moved you. | 0:46:36 | 0:46:37 | |
It may be so, my lord. | 0:46:37 | 0:46:39 | |
Hear, Nature, hear, dear goddess, hear! | 0:46:43 | 0:46:49 | |
Suspend thy purpose if thou didst intend | 0:46:52 | 0:46:56 | |
To make this creature fruitful. | 0:46:56 | 0:46:59 | |
Into her womb convey sterility, | 0:46:59 | 0:47:03 | |
Dry up in her the organs of increase, | 0:47:03 | 0:47:06 | |
And from her derogate body never spring | 0:47:06 | 0:47:09 | |
A babe to honour her. | 0:47:09 | 0:47:11 | |
If she must teem, Create her child of spleen, | 0:47:11 | 0:47:14 | |
that it may live | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
And be a thwart disnatured torment to her. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:19 | |
Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth, | 0:47:19 | 0:47:22 | |
With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks, | 0:47:22 | 0:47:25 | |
Turn all her mother's pains and benefits | 0:47:25 | 0:47:27 | |
To laughter and contempt, that she may feel | 0:47:27 | 0:47:30 | |
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is | 0:47:30 | 0:47:33 | |
To have a thankless child. | 0:47:33 | 0:47:35 | |
Away, away! | 0:47:35 | 0:47:36 | |
Now gods that we adore, whereof comes this? | 0:47:39 | 0:47:42 | |
Never afflict yourself to know more of it, | 0:47:42 | 0:47:45 | |
But let his disposition have such scope | 0:47:45 | 0:47:48 | |
As dotage gives it. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:50 | |
What, fifty of my followers at a clap? Within a fortnight? | 0:47:50 | 0:47:55 | |
What's the matter, sir? | 0:47:55 | 0:47:57 | |
I'll tell thee. | 0:47:57 | 0:47:58 | |
Life and death, I am ashamed | 0:47:59 | 0:48:03 | |
That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus, | 0:48:03 | 0:48:07 | |
That these hot tears, which break from me perforce, | 0:48:07 | 0:48:10 | |
Should make thee worth them. | 0:48:10 | 0:48:12 | |
Blasts and fogs upon thee! | 0:48:12 | 0:48:14 | |
Th' untented woundings of a father's curse | 0:48:14 | 0:48:17 | |
Pierce every sense about thee. | 0:48:17 | 0:48:18 | |
Old fond eyes, | 0:48:20 | 0:48:21 | |
Beweep this cause again, | 0:48:21 | 0:48:22 | |
I'll pluck ye out, | 0:48:22 | 0:48:24 | |
And cast you with the waters that you loose | 0:48:24 | 0:48:26 | |
To temper clay. Yea, is't come to this? Ha? | 0:48:26 | 0:48:29 | |
Let it be so - I have another daughter, | 0:48:29 | 0:48:32 | |
Who I am sure is kind and comfortable. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:35 | |
When she shall hear this of thee with her nails | 0:48:35 | 0:48:37 | |
She'll flay thy wolvish visage. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:40 | |
Thou shalt find | 0:48:40 | 0:48:41 | |
I'll resume that shape which thou dost think | 0:48:41 | 0:48:43 | |
I have cast off for ever. | 0:48:43 | 0:48:45 | |
Thou shalt, I warrant thee. | 0:48:45 | 0:48:47 | |
Do you mark that, my lord? | 0:48:49 | 0:48:51 | |
I cannot be so partial, Goneril, To the great love I bear you... | 0:48:52 | 0:48:56 | |
Pray you, content. Come, sir, no more. What, Oswald, ho? | 0:48:56 | 0:49:01 | |
You, sir, more knave than fool, after your master. | 0:49:03 | 0:49:09 | |
Nuncle Lear, Nuncle Lear, tarry, and take the Fool with thee. | 0:49:09 | 0:49:13 | |
This man hath had good counsel - a hundred knights! | 0:49:13 | 0:49:17 | |
'Tis politic, and safe, to let him keep | 0:49:17 | 0:49:19 | |
At point a hundred knights! | 0:49:19 | 0:49:21 | |
Yes, that on every dream, | 0:49:21 | 0:49:23 | |
Each buzz, each fancy, each complaint, dislike, | 0:49:23 | 0:49:27 | |
He may enguard his dotage with their powers | 0:49:27 | 0:49:29 | |
And hold our lives in mercy. | 0:49:29 | 0:49:31 | |
Oswald, I say! | 0:49:31 | 0:49:33 | |
Well, you may fear too far. | 0:49:33 | 0:49:35 | |
Safer than trust too far. | 0:49:35 | 0:49:37 | |
Let me still take away the harms I fear, | 0:49:38 | 0:49:41 | |
Not fear still to be taken. | 0:49:41 | 0:49:43 | |
I know his heart - | 0:49:44 | 0:49:46 | |
What he hath uttered I have writ my sister. | 0:49:46 | 0:49:49 | |
If she sustain him and his hundred knights | 0:49:49 | 0:49:52 | |
When I have showed th' unfitness - | 0:49:52 | 0:49:54 | |
Here, madam. | 0:49:54 | 0:49:55 | |
How now, Oswald? What, have you writ that letter to my sister? | 0:49:55 | 0:49:58 | |
Ay, madam. | 0:49:58 | 0:49:59 | |
Take you some company and away to horse. | 0:49:59 | 0:50:02 | |
Inform her full of my particular fears, | 0:50:02 | 0:50:05 | |
And thereto add such reasons of your own | 0:50:05 | 0:50:07 | |
As may compact it more. | 0:50:07 | 0:50:09 | |
Get you gone, And hasten your return. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:12 | |
No, no, my lord, | 0:50:13 | 0:50:14 | |
This milky gentleness and course of yours, | 0:50:14 | 0:50:17 | |
Though I condemn not, yet, under pardon, | 0:50:17 | 0:50:20 | |
You are much more attasked for want of wisdom | 0:50:20 | 0:50:23 | |
Than praised for harmful mildness. | 0:50:23 | 0:50:26 | |
How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell, | 0:50:26 | 0:50:29 | |
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:32 | |
Nay, then... | 0:50:32 | 0:50:33 | |
-Well, well, th' event. -Oh! | 0:50:33 | 0:50:35 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 0:50:35 | 0:50:37 | |
Go you before with these letters. | 0:50:47 | 0:50:50 | |
Acquaint my daughter no further with anything you know | 0:50:50 | 0:50:53 | |
than comes from her demand out of the letter. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:56 | |
If your diligence be not speedy, I'll be there afore you. | 0:50:56 | 0:50:59 | |
I will not sleep, my lord, till I have delivered your letter. | 0:50:59 | 0:51:03 | |
Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly, for though she's as | 0:51:22 | 0:51:27 | |
like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell. | 0:51:27 | 0:51:32 | |
Why, what canst thou tell, my boy? | 0:51:32 | 0:51:35 | |
She will taste as like this as a crab does a crab. | 0:51:35 | 0:51:38 | |
Thou canst not tell why one's nose stands i'the middle on's face? | 0:51:39 | 0:51:43 | |
-No. -Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose, | 0:51:43 | 0:51:47 | |
that what a man cannot smell out he may spy into. | 0:51:47 | 0:51:51 | |
I did her wrong. | 0:51:52 | 0:51:53 | |
Canst tell why an oyster makes his shell? | 0:52:00 | 0:52:03 | |
No. | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
Nor I neither. | 0:52:05 | 0:52:06 | |
But I can tell why a snail has a house. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:09 | |
Why? | 0:52:09 | 0:52:10 | |
Why, to put his head in, not to give it away to his daughters | 0:52:10 | 0:52:15 | |
and leave his horns without a case. | 0:52:15 | 0:52:17 | |
I will forget my nature. | 0:52:19 | 0:52:21 | |
So kind a father! | 0:52:23 | 0:52:24 | |
Be my horses ready? | 0:52:29 | 0:52:30 | |
Thy asses are gone about 'em. | 0:52:30 | 0:52:32 | |
The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven | 0:52:32 | 0:52:35 | |
-is a pretty reason. -Because they are not eight. | 0:52:35 | 0:52:38 | |
Yes, indeed - thou wouldst make a good fool. | 0:52:38 | 0:52:41 | |
To take't again perforce... | 0:52:43 | 0:52:45 | |
..monster ingratitude! | 0:52:49 | 0:52:51 | |
If thou wert my fool, Nuncle, | 0:52:56 | 0:52:58 | |
I'd have thee beaten for being old before thy time. | 0:52:58 | 0:53:02 | |
What's that? | 0:53:02 | 0:53:03 | |
Thou shouldst not have been old before thou hadst been wise. | 0:53:03 | 0:53:07 | |
O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven! | 0:53:10 | 0:53:15 | |
I would not be mad. | 0:53:17 | 0:53:19 | |
Keep me in temper, let me not be mad. | 0:53:22 | 0:53:26 | |
How now, are the horses ready? | 0:53:29 | 0:53:32 | |
Ready, my lord. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:33 | |
Come, boy. | 0:53:36 | 0:53:37 | |
VOICES WHISPER | 0:53:37 | 0:53:40 | |
-Save thee, Curan. -And you, sir. | 0:53:46 | 0:53:49 | |
I have been with your father and given him notice that the Duke | 0:53:49 | 0:53:52 | |
of Cornwall and Regan his Duchess will be here with him this night. | 0:53:52 | 0:53:56 | |
How comes that? | 0:53:56 | 0:53:57 | |
Nay, I know not. | 0:53:57 | 0:54:00 | |
You have heard of the news abroad? | 0:54:00 | 0:54:02 | |
I mean the whispered ones, for they are yet | 0:54:02 | 0:54:05 | |
but ear-bussing arguments. | 0:54:05 | 0:54:06 | |
Not I. Pray you, what are they? | 0:54:06 | 0:54:09 | |
Have you heard of no likely wars toward | 0:54:10 | 0:54:12 | |
'twixt the two dukes of Cornwall and Albany? | 0:54:12 | 0:54:15 | |
Not a word. | 0:54:15 | 0:54:16 | |
You may do then in time. Fare you well, sir. | 0:54:17 | 0:54:20 | |
The Duke be here tonight? The better - best! | 0:54:24 | 0:54:28 | |
This weaves itself perforce into my business. | 0:54:30 | 0:54:33 | |
Briefness and fortune work! | 0:54:34 | 0:54:36 | |
Brother, a word. Descend, brother, I say. | 0:54:36 | 0:54:41 | |
My father watches - | 0:54:43 | 0:54:45 | |
O sir, fly this place! | 0:54:45 | 0:54:47 | |
Intelligence is given where you are hid. | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
You have now the good advantage of the night. | 0:54:49 | 0:54:52 | |
Have you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornwall aught? | 0:54:52 | 0:54:55 | |
He's coming hither, now, i' the night, i' the haste, | 0:54:55 | 0:54:59 | |
And Regan with him. | 0:54:59 | 0:55:01 | |
Have you nothing said | 0:55:01 | 0:55:02 | |
Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany? | 0:55:02 | 0:55:05 | |
-Advise yourself. -I am sure on't, not a word. | 0:55:05 | 0:55:07 | |
I hear my father coming - pardon me. | 0:55:07 | 0:55:10 | |
In cunning I must draw my sword upon you. | 0:55:10 | 0:55:13 | |
Draw, seem to defend yourself - | 0:55:13 | 0:55:16 | |
now quit you well. | 0:55:16 | 0:55:17 | |
Yield, come before my father! | 0:55:17 | 0:55:20 | |
Light, ho, here! Fly, brother, fly! | 0:55:20 | 0:55:25 | |
Torches, torches! | 0:55:27 | 0:55:28 | |
(So, farewell.) | 0:55:28 | 0:55:30 | |
Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion. | 0:55:35 | 0:55:39 | |
Of my more fierce endeavour | 0:55:39 | 0:55:40 | |
Oh! I have seen drunkards | 0:55:40 | 0:55:43 | |
Do more than this in sport. | 0:55:43 | 0:55:45 | |
Father, father! Stop, no help? | 0:55:45 | 0:55:49 | |
Now, Edmund, where's the villain? | 0:55:49 | 0:55:51 | |
Here stood he in the dark, his sharp sword out, | 0:55:51 | 0:55:54 | |
Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the moon | 0:55:54 | 0:55:57 | |
-To stand's auspicious mistress. -But where is he? | 0:55:57 | 0:56:00 | |
-Look, sir, I bleed. -Where is the villain, Edmund? | 0:56:00 | 0:56:02 | |
Fled this way, sir. When by no means he could... | 0:56:02 | 0:56:05 | |
Pursue him, ho! Go after! | 0:56:08 | 0:56:09 | |
By no means' what? | 0:56:11 | 0:56:12 | |
Persuade me to the murder of your lordship, | 0:56:12 | 0:56:16 | |
But that I told him the revenging gods | 0:56:16 | 0:56:19 | |
'Gainst parricides did all their thunders bend, | 0:56:19 | 0:56:22 | |
Spoke with how manifold and strong a bond | 0:56:22 | 0:56:26 | |
The child was bound to the father. | 0:56:26 | 0:56:29 | |
But when he saw my best alarumed spirits, | 0:56:29 | 0:56:34 | |
Bold in the quarrel's right, roused to th'encounter, | 0:56:34 | 0:56:37 | |
Or whether ghasted by the noise I made, | 0:56:37 | 0:56:41 | |
Full suddenly he fled. Ow! | 0:56:41 | 0:56:43 | |
Let him fly far - | 0:56:45 | 0:56:46 | |
Not in this land shall he remain uncaught, | 0:56:46 | 0:56:48 | |
And found - dispatch! | 0:56:48 | 0:56:50 | |
The noble Duke, my master, | 0:56:52 | 0:56:53 | |
My worthy arch and patron, comes tonight - | 0:56:53 | 0:56:56 | |
By his authority I will proclaim it, | 0:56:56 | 0:56:59 | |
That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, | 0:56:59 | 0:57:02 | |
Bringing the murderous coward to the stake. | 0:57:02 | 0:57:05 | |
He that conceals him, death! | 0:57:05 | 0:57:07 | |
When I dissuaded him from his intent, | 0:57:07 | 0:57:10 | |
And found him pight to do it, | 0:57:10 | 0:57:13 | |
with curst speech I threatened to discover him. | 0:57:13 | 0:57:17 | |
He replied, "Thou unpossessing bastard, dost thou think, | 0:57:17 | 0:57:23 | |
"If I would stand against thee, would the reposal | 0:57:23 | 0:57:26 | |
"Of any trust, virtue or worth in thee | 0:57:26 | 0:57:30 | |
"Make thy words faithed? | 0:57:30 | 0:57:32 | |
"No, what I should deny, As this I would, ay, | 0:57:32 | 0:57:35 | |
"though thou didst produce | 0:57:35 | 0:57:37 | |
"My very character, I'd turn it all | 0:57:37 | 0:57:40 | |
"To thy suggestion, plot and damned practise." | 0:57:40 | 0:57:43 | |
O strange and fastened villain, | 0:57:43 | 0:57:46 | |
Would he deny his letter, said he? | 0:57:46 | 0:57:48 | |
I never got him. | 0:57:48 | 0:57:50 | |
TRUMPETS SOUND | 0:57:50 | 0:57:51 | |
Hark, the Duke's trumpets - I know not why he comes. | 0:57:51 | 0:57:56 | |
All ports I'll bar, the villain shall not scape - | 0:57:56 | 0:57:59 | |
The Duke must grant me that. | 0:57:59 | 0:58:01 | |
Besides, his picture I will send far and near, | 0:58:01 | 0:58:05 | |
that all the kingdom | 0:58:05 | 0:58:06 | |
May have the due note of him, and of my land, | 0:58:06 | 0:58:08 | |
Loyal and natural boy, I'll work the means | 0:58:08 | 0:58:12 | |
To make thee capable. | 0:58:12 | 0:58:13 | |
How now, my noble friend? | 0:58:13 | 0:58:16 | |
Since I came hither, I have heard strange news. | 0:58:16 | 0:58:19 | |
If it be true, all vengeance comes too short | 0:58:19 | 0:58:21 | |
Which can pursue th'offender. | 0:58:21 | 0:58:23 | |
How dost, my lord? | 0:58:23 | 0:58:25 | |
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked. | 0:58:25 | 0:58:30 | |
What, did my father's godson seek your life? | 0:58:30 | 0:58:33 | |
He whom my father named, your Edgar? | 0:58:33 | 0:58:36 | |
O, lady, lady, shame would have it hid. | 0:58:36 | 0:58:38 | |
Was he not companion with the riotous knights | 0:58:38 | 0:58:40 | |
That tend upon my father? | 0:58:40 | 0:58:41 | |
I know not, madam - 'tis too bad, too bad. | 0:58:41 | 0:58:44 | |
Yes, madam, he was of that consort. | 0:58:44 | 0:58:47 | |
No marvel, then, though he were ill affected. | 0:58:48 | 0:58:51 | |
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, | 0:58:51 | 0:58:54 | |
To have th'expense and waste of his revenues. | 0:58:54 | 0:58:57 | |
I have this present evening from my sister | 0:58:57 | 0:58:59 | |
Been well informed of them, and with such cautions | 0:58:59 | 0:59:02 | |
That if they come to sojourn at my house I'll not be there. | 0:59:02 | 0:59:06 | |
Nor I, assure thee, Regan. | 0:59:06 | 0:59:08 | |
Edmund, I hear that you have shown your father | 0:59:09 | 0:59:12 | |
A child-like office. | 0:59:12 | 0:59:13 | |
It was my duty, sir. | 0:59:13 | 0:59:15 | |
He did bewray his practice, and received | 0:59:15 | 0:59:17 | |
This hurt you see, striving to apprehend him. | 0:59:17 | 0:59:20 | |
Is he pursued? | 0:59:20 | 0:59:22 | |
He is, my good lord. | 0:59:22 | 0:59:24 | |
If he be taken, he shall never more | 0:59:24 | 0:59:26 | |
Be feared of doing harm, | 0:59:26 | 0:59:30 | |
make your own purpose | 0:59:30 | 0:59:32 | |
How in my strength you please. | 0:59:32 | 0:59:34 | |
For you, Edmund, | 0:59:39 | 0:59:41 | |
Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant | 0:59:41 | 0:59:43 | |
So much commend itself, you shall be ours. | 0:59:43 | 0:59:48 | |
Natures of such deep trust we shall much need - | 0:59:48 | 0:59:52 | |
You we first seize on. | 0:59:52 | 0:59:54 | |
Sir, I shall serve you, truly, however else. | 0:59:54 | 0:59:57 | |
For him I thank your grace. | 0:59:57 | 0:59:59 | |
You know not why we came to visit you? | 1:00:00 | 1:00:03 | |
Thus out of season, threading dark-eyed night? | 1:00:03 | 1:00:06 | |
Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise | 1:00:06 | 1:00:09 | |
Wherein we must have use of your advice. | 1:00:09 | 1:00:12 | |
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, | 1:00:12 | 1:00:16 | |
Of differences, which I least thought it fit | 1:00:16 | 1:00:18 | |
To answer from our home. | 1:00:18 | 1:00:20 | |
The several messengers | 1:00:20 | 1:00:21 | |
From hence attend dispatch. | 1:00:21 | 1:00:23 | |
Our good old friend, | 1:00:24 | 1:00:25 | |
Lay comforts to your bosom, and bestow | 1:00:25 | 1:00:28 | |
Your needful counsel to our business, | 1:00:28 | 1:00:30 | |
Which craves the instant use. | 1:00:30 | 1:00:32 | |
I serve you, madam. Your graces are right welcome. | 1:00:32 | 1:00:36 | |
Good dawning to thee, friend. Art of this house? | 1:00:52 | 1:00:55 | |
Ay. | 1:00:57 | 1:00:58 | |
Where may we set our horses? | 1:00:58 | 1:01:01 | |
In the mire. | 1:01:01 | 1:01:02 | |
In the...? | 1:01:02 | 1:01:03 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:01:03 | 1:01:05 | |
Prithee, if thou lov'st me, tell me. | 1:01:08 | 1:01:12 | |
I love thee not. | 1:01:12 | 1:01:14 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:01:14 | 1:01:16 | |
Why, then, I care not for thee. | 1:01:16 | 1:01:19 | |
If I had thee in Lipsbury pinfold, I would make thee care for me. | 1:01:19 | 1:01:23 | |
Why dost thou use me thus? I know thee not. | 1:01:25 | 1:01:29 | |
Fellow, I know thee. | 1:01:29 | 1:01:31 | |
What dost thou know me for? | 1:01:31 | 1:01:33 | |
A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats. | 1:01:33 | 1:01:38 | |
A base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, | 1:01:38 | 1:01:42 | |
filthy, worsted-stocking knave. | 1:01:42 | 1:01:46 | |
A lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, | 1:01:46 | 1:01:51 | |
super-serviceable finical rogue. | 1:01:51 | 1:01:55 | |
One trunk-inheriting slave, | 1:01:55 | 1:01:57 | |
one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service and art nothing | 1:01:57 | 1:02:01 | |
but the composition of a knave, coward, beggar, pander | 1:02:01 | 1:02:05 | |
and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch... | 1:02:05 | 1:02:07 | |
HE GASPS | 1:02:07 | 1:02:08 | |
..one whom I would beat into clamorous whining | 1:02:08 | 1:02:12 | |
if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition. | 1:02:12 | 1:02:16 | |
Why... | 1:02:23 | 1:02:25 | |
what a monstrous... | 1:02:25 | 1:02:28 | |
..fellow art thou, | 1:02:29 | 1:02:32 | |
thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee, nor knows thee! | 1:02:32 | 1:02:36 | |
What a brazen-faced varlet art thou to deny thou knowest me? | 1:02:36 | 1:02:41 | |
Was it two days ago since I tripped up thy heels | 1:02:43 | 1:02:45 | |
and beat thee before the King? Hm? | 1:02:45 | 1:02:48 | |
Draw, you rogue, for though it be night, yet the moon shines. | 1:02:48 | 1:02:51 | |
I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you. | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
Draw you whoreson cullionly barber-monger! Draw! | 1:02:53 | 1:02:56 | |
-Away, I have nothing to do with thee. -Draw, you rascal! | 1:02:56 | 1:02:58 | |
You come with letters against the King. | 1:02:58 | 1:03:00 | |
-Help, ho! Murder, help! -Strike, slave. -Help, ho! | 1:03:00 | 1:03:03 | |
-Stand, rogue, stand you neat slave, strike! -Murder, murder! | 1:03:03 | 1:03:06 | |
What's the matter? Part! | 1:03:06 | 1:03:08 | |
With you, goodman boy, if you please. | 1:03:08 | 1:03:11 | |
Come, I'll flesh ye - come, young master. | 1:03:11 | 1:03:15 | |
Weapons? Arms? What's the matter here? | 1:03:15 | 1:03:17 | |
Keep peace, upon your lives - | 1:03:17 | 1:03:19 | |
He dies that strikes again. | 1:03:19 | 1:03:20 | |
What's the matter? | 1:03:20 | 1:03:22 | |
The messengers from our sister and the King. | 1:03:22 | 1:03:25 | |
What is your difference? Speak. | 1:03:35 | 1:03:37 | |
I am scarce in breath, my lord. | 1:03:37 | 1:03:40 | |
No marvel, you have so bestirred your valour, you cowardly rascal, | 1:03:40 | 1:03:43 | |
nature disclaims in thee - a tailor made thee. | 1:03:43 | 1:03:46 | |
Thou art a strange fellow - a tailor make a man? | 1:03:46 | 1:03:49 | |
Ay, a tailor, sir - | 1:03:49 | 1:03:51 | |
a stone-cutter or painter could not have made him so ill, | 1:03:51 | 1:03:54 | |
though he had been but two years o'the trade. | 1:03:54 | 1:03:56 | |
Speak yet, how grew your quarrel? | 1:03:56 | 1:03:59 | |
This ancient ruffian, sir, | 1:03:59 | 1:04:03 | |
whose life I have spared at suit of his grey beard... | 1:04:03 | 1:04:08 | |
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! | 1:04:08 | 1:04:12 | |
Spare my grey beard, you wagtail? | 1:04:12 | 1:04:14 | |
Peace, sirrah. | 1:04:14 | 1:04:16 | |
You beastly knave, know you no reverence? | 1:04:16 | 1:04:19 | |
Yes, sir, but anger hath a privilege. | 1:04:19 | 1:04:22 | |
Why art thou angry? | 1:04:22 | 1:04:23 | |
That such a slave as this should wear a sword, | 1:04:23 | 1:04:26 | |
Who wears no honesty. | 1:04:26 | 1:04:27 | |
HE SCOFFS | 1:04:27 | 1:04:28 | |
A plague upon your epileptic visage. | 1:04:28 | 1:04:30 | |
Smile you my speeches as I were a fool? Huh?! | 1:04:30 | 1:04:34 | |
Goose, if I had you upon Sarum plain, | 1:04:34 | 1:04:37 | |
I'd drive ye cackling home to Camelot. | 1:04:37 | 1:04:39 | |
What, art thou mad, old fellow? | 1:04:39 | 1:04:41 | |
How fell you out? Say that. | 1:04:41 | 1:04:42 | |
No contraries hold more antipathy | 1:04:42 | 1:04:45 | |
Than I and such a knave. | 1:04:45 | 1:04:48 | |
Why dost thou call him a knave? What is his fault? | 1:04:48 | 1:04:51 | |
His countenance likes me not. | 1:04:51 | 1:04:54 | |
No more perchance does mine, nor his, nor hers. | 1:04:56 | 1:05:00 | |
Sir, it is my occupation to be plain - | 1:05:00 | 1:05:05 | |
I have seen better faces in my time | 1:05:05 | 1:05:09 | |
Than stands on any shoulder that I see | 1:05:09 | 1:05:12 | |
Before me at this instant. | 1:05:12 | 1:05:13 | |
What was th'offence you gave him? | 1:05:19 | 1:05:23 | |
I never gave him any! | 1:05:23 | 1:05:25 | |
It pleased the king his master very late | 1:05:29 | 1:05:33 | |
To strike at me upon his misconstruction, | 1:05:33 | 1:05:37 | |
When he, compact and flattering his displeasure, | 1:05:37 | 1:05:41 | |
Tripped me behind - being down, insulted, railed, | 1:05:41 | 1:05:46 | |
And put upon him such a deal of man | 1:05:46 | 1:05:51 | |
That worthied him, got praises of the King | 1:05:51 | 1:05:55 | |
For him attempting who was self-subdued - | 1:05:55 | 1:05:58 | |
And in the fleshment of this dread exploit | 1:05:58 | 1:06:01 | |
Drew on me here again. | 1:06:01 | 1:06:02 | |
None of these rogues and cowards But Ajax is their fool. | 1:06:02 | 1:06:07 | |
Oh, fetch forth the stocks, ho! | 1:06:07 | 1:06:10 | |
You stubborn, ancient knave, you reverend braggart, | 1:06:10 | 1:06:14 | |
-We'll teach you. -Sir, I am too old to learn. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:17 | |
Call not your stocks for me. I serve the King - | 1:06:18 | 1:06:22 | |
On whose employment I was sent to you. | 1:06:22 | 1:06:25 | |
You shall do small respect, show too bold malice | 1:06:25 | 1:06:29 | |
Against the grace and person of my master, | 1:06:29 | 1:06:32 | |
Stocking his messenger. | 1:06:32 | 1:06:34 | |
Fetch forth the stocks! | 1:06:34 | 1:06:37 | |
As I have life and honour, there shall he sit till noon. | 1:06:37 | 1:06:41 | |
Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too. | 1:06:41 | 1:06:47 | |
Madam, if I were your father's dog... | 1:06:47 | 1:06:50 | |
..You should not use me so. | 1:06:52 | 1:06:54 | |
Sir, being his knave, I will. | 1:06:54 | 1:06:57 | |
This is a fellow of the selfsame colour | 1:06:57 | 1:06:59 | |
-Our sister speaks of. -Mm. | 1:06:59 | 1:07:01 | |
Come, bring away the stocks. | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
Let me beseech your grace not to do so. | 1:07:03 | 1:07:05 | |
The King, his master, needs must take it ill | 1:07:06 | 1:07:08 | |
That he, so slightly valued in his servant, | 1:07:08 | 1:07:11 | |
-Should have him thus restrained. -I'll answer that. | 1:07:11 | 1:07:13 | |
My sister may receive it much more worse | 1:07:13 | 1:07:15 | |
To have her gentleman abused, assaulted, | 1:07:15 | 1:07:18 | |
For following her affairs. | 1:07:18 | 1:07:19 | |
Put in his legs. | 1:07:19 | 1:07:21 | |
Come, my good lord, away. | 1:07:40 | 1:07:43 | |
I am sorry for thee, friend - 'tis the Duke's pleasure, | 1:07:45 | 1:07:49 | |
Whose disposition all the world well knows | 1:07:49 | 1:07:52 | |
Will not be rubbed nor stopped. | 1:07:52 | 1:07:54 | |
I'll entreat for thee. | 1:07:54 | 1:07:55 | |
Pray you do not, sir. | 1:07:55 | 1:07:57 | |
I have watched and travelled hard. | 1:07:58 | 1:08:01 | |
Some time I'll sleep out, the rest I'll whistle. | 1:08:01 | 1:08:04 | |
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. | 1:08:04 | 1:08:07 | |
Give you good morrow. | 1:08:07 | 1:08:08 | |
The Duke's to blame in this - | 1:08:10 | 1:08:12 | |
'twill be ill taken. | 1:08:12 | 1:08:14 | |
Approach, thou beacon to this underglobe, | 1:08:15 | 1:08:19 | |
That by thy comfortable beams I may | 1:08:19 | 1:08:21 | |
Peruse this letter. | 1:08:21 | 1:08:23 | |
I know 'tis from Cordelia, | 1:08:23 | 1:08:24 | |
Who hath most fortunately been informed | 1:08:24 | 1:08:27 | |
Of my obscured course... | 1:08:27 | 1:08:29 | |
..and "shall find time from this enormous state, seeking to give | 1:08:31 | 1:08:37 | |
"Losses their remedies." | 1:08:37 | 1:08:39 | |
Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold | 1:08:41 | 1:08:45 | |
This shameful lodging. | 1:08:45 | 1:08:46 | |
Fortune, good night - | 1:08:48 | 1:08:51 | |
smile once more, turn thy wheel. | 1:08:51 | 1:08:54 | |
RIDING HORN SOUNDS | 1:08:56 | 1:08:58 | |
DOG BARKS | 1:08:58 | 1:08:59 | |
Villain! | 1:09:03 | 1:09:04 | |
Pursue! | 1:09:06 | 1:09:08 | |
-DOGS BARK -Go after him! | 1:09:12 | 1:09:14 | |
-Bringing the murderous coward... -Murderous coward! | 1:09:14 | 1:09:16 | |
HORNS AND DOGS | 1:09:16 | 1:09:18 | |
He shall not escape! | 1:09:18 | 1:09:20 | |
Pursue him... | 1:09:20 | 1:09:22 | |
Go after him. | 1:09:22 | 1:09:23 | |
MAN YELLS | 1:09:23 | 1:09:25 | |
Pursue, pursue! | 1:09:25 | 1:09:27 | |
-Let him fly far. -After! | 1:09:27 | 1:09:29 | |
-Not in this land shall he remain uncaught... -Edgar! | 1:09:29 | 1:09:32 | |
-..And found - dispatch'd. -You shall not escape! | 1:09:32 | 1:09:35 | |
Follow! | 1:09:37 | 1:09:39 | |
Murderous coward! | 1:09:40 | 1:09:41 | |
-HORN SOUNDS -Murderous coward! | 1:09:41 | 1:09:44 | |
That he which finds him shall deserve our thanks, | 1:09:44 | 1:09:47 | |
Bringing the murderous coward to the stake. | 1:09:47 | 1:09:49 | |
He that conceals him, death. | 1:09:49 | 1:09:51 | |
You shall not escape! | 1:09:52 | 1:09:54 | |
HORN SOUNDS | 1:09:54 | 1:09:57 | |
Poor Tom, poor Tom! | 1:09:57 | 1:09:59 | |
HE YELPS | 1:09:59 | 1:10:01 | |
Gah! | 1:10:02 | 1:10:03 | |
HE YELPS | 1:10:05 | 1:10:07 | |
HE CHOKES | 1:10:07 | 1:10:08 | |
DOGS BARK | 1:10:09 | 1:10:11 | |
Poor Tom! | 1:10:11 | 1:10:13 | |
BARKING INTENSIFIES | 1:10:13 | 1:10:15 | |
Edgar I nothing am. | 1:10:19 | 1:10:21 | |
HORN SOUNDS | 1:10:21 | 1:10:23 | |
BARKING RECEDES | 1:10:24 | 1:10:26 | |
'Tis strange they should so depart from home | 1:10:26 | 1:10:30 | |
-And not send back my messenger. -As I learned, | 1:10:30 | 1:10:32 | |
The night before there was no purpose in them | 1:10:32 | 1:10:34 | |
Of this remove. | 1:10:34 | 1:10:36 | |
Hail to thee, noble master. | 1:10:36 | 1:10:38 | |
Ha? | 1:10:38 | 1:10:40 | |
Mak'st thou this shame thy pastime? | 1:10:40 | 1:10:43 | |
No, my lord. | 1:10:43 | 1:10:44 | |
Ha, ha, look... | 1:10:44 | 1:10:48 | |
he wears cruel garters. | 1:10:48 | 1:10:51 | |
What's he that so much thy place mistook | 1:10:51 | 1:10:55 | |
To set thee here? | 1:10:55 | 1:10:56 | |
It is both he and she, | 1:10:56 | 1:10:58 | |
Your son and daughter. | 1:10:58 | 1:11:00 | |
No. | 1:11:00 | 1:11:02 | |
Yes. | 1:11:02 | 1:11:04 | |
No, no, I say. | 1:11:04 | 1:11:06 | |
I say, yea. | 1:11:06 | 1:11:08 | |
No, no, they would not. | 1:11:08 | 1:11:10 | |
Yes, they have. | 1:11:10 | 1:11:12 | |
By Jupiter, I swear, no. | 1:11:13 | 1:11:16 | |
By Juno, I swear, ay. | 1:11:16 | 1:11:18 | |
They durst not do it. They could not, would not do it - | 1:11:18 | 1:11:23 | |
'tis worse than murder | 1:11:23 | 1:11:24 | |
To do upon respect such violent outrage. | 1:11:24 | 1:11:28 | |
Resolve me with all modest haste which way | 1:11:28 | 1:11:31 | |
Thou mightst deserve or they impose this usage, | 1:11:31 | 1:11:33 | |
Coming from us. | 1:11:33 | 1:11:35 | |
My lord, when at their home | 1:11:35 | 1:11:36 | |
I did commend your highness' letters to them, | 1:11:36 | 1:11:38 | |
Ere I was risen from the place that showed | 1:11:38 | 1:11:40 | |
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post, | 1:11:40 | 1:11:43 | |
Stewed in his haste, half breathless, panting forth | 1:11:43 | 1:11:46 | |
From Goneril, his mistress, salutations - | 1:11:46 | 1:11:48 | |
Delivered letters, spite of intermission, | 1:11:48 | 1:11:50 | |
Which presently they read. | 1:11:50 | 1:11:53 | |
On those contents, | 1:11:53 | 1:11:54 | |
Summoned up their people, straight took horse, | 1:11:54 | 1:11:56 | |
Commanded me to follow and attend | 1:11:56 | 1:11:58 | |
The leisure of their answer, gave me cold looks - | 1:11:58 | 1:12:00 | |
And meeting here the other messenger, | 1:12:00 | 1:12:03 | |
Whose welcome I perceived had poisoned mine, | 1:12:03 | 1:12:06 | |
Being the very fellow that of late | 1:12:06 | 1:12:08 | |
Displayed so saucily against your highness, | 1:12:08 | 1:12:11 | |
Having more man than wit about me, drew. | 1:12:11 | 1:12:14 | |
He raised the house with loud and coward cries. | 1:12:14 | 1:12:17 | |
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth | 1:12:17 | 1:12:21 | |
The shame which here it suffers. | 1:12:21 | 1:12:24 | |
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild geese fly that way. | 1:12:24 | 1:12:28 | |
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart! | 1:12:28 | 1:12:32 | |
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, | 1:12:32 | 1:12:37 | |
Thy element's below. | 1:12:37 | 1:12:39 | |
Where is this daughter? | 1:12:43 | 1:12:45 | |
With the Earl, sir, here within. | 1:12:45 | 1:12:47 | |
Follow me not. | 1:12:48 | 1:12:50 | |
Stay here. | 1:12:51 | 1:12:52 | |
How chance the King comes with so small a number? | 1:12:55 | 1:12:58 | |
If thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that question, | 1:12:58 | 1:13:01 | |
thou had well deserved it. | 1:13:01 | 1:13:04 | |
Why, fool? | 1:13:04 | 1:13:05 | |
All who follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men, | 1:13:07 | 1:13:12 | |
and there's not a nose among 20 but can smell him that's stinking. | 1:13:12 | 1:13:16 | |
Let go thy hold when a great wheel runs down a hill | 1:13:18 | 1:13:22 | |
lest it break thy neck with following it, | 1:13:22 | 1:13:26 | |
but the great one that goes upwards, | 1:13:26 | 1:13:31 | |
let him draw thee after. | 1:13:31 | 1:13:33 | |
When a wise man gives thee better counsel give me mine again - | 1:13:33 | 1:13:37 | |
I'll have none but knaves follow it, | 1:13:37 | 1:13:40 | |
for a fool gives it. | 1:13:40 | 1:13:42 | |
# That sir which serves and seeks for gain | 1:13:44 | 1:13:49 | |
# And follows but for form | 1:13:49 | 1:13:53 | |
# Will pack when it begins to rain | 1:13:53 | 1:13:56 | |
# And leave thee in the storm | 1:13:56 | 1:14:00 | |
# But I will tarry, the fool will stay | 1:14:00 | 1:14:06 | |
# And let the wise man fly | 1:14:06 | 1:14:09 | |
# The knave turns fool that runs away | 1:14:09 | 1:14:13 | |
# The fool no knave perdy. # | 1:14:13 | 1:14:18 | |
Where learned you this, fool? | 1:14:18 | 1:14:20 | |
Not i'the stocks, fool. | 1:14:20 | 1:14:22 | |
Deny to speak with me? | 1:14:23 | 1:14:26 | |
They are sick, they are weary. | 1:14:26 | 1:14:29 | |
They have travelled all night? | 1:14:29 | 1:14:31 | |
Fetch me a better answer. | 1:14:31 | 1:14:33 | |
My dear lord, | 1:14:33 | 1:14:34 | |
You know the fiery quality of the Duke, | 1:14:34 | 1:14:36 | |
How unremoveable and fixed he is In his own course. | 1:14:36 | 1:14:39 | |
Vengeance, plague, death, confusion! | 1:14:39 | 1:14:44 | |
Fiery? What quality? | 1:14:44 | 1:14:47 | |
Why, Gloucester, Gloucester, | 1:14:47 | 1:14:50 | |
I'd speak with the Duke of Cornwall and his wife. | 1:14:50 | 1:14:54 | |
Well, my good lord, I have informed them so. | 1:14:54 | 1:14:57 | |
Informed them? | 1:14:57 | 1:14:58 | |
Dost thou understand me, man? | 1:14:58 | 1:15:00 | |
Ay, my good lord. | 1:15:00 | 1:15:01 | |
The King would speak with Cornwall, the dear father | 1:15:01 | 1:15:04 | |
Would with his daughter speak, commands - tends - service. | 1:15:04 | 1:15:08 | |
Are they informed of this? | 1:15:08 | 1:15:10 | |
My breath and blood! | 1:15:10 | 1:15:12 | |
Fiery? | 1:15:12 | 1:15:13 | |
The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that Lear... | 1:15:13 | 1:15:17 | |
No, but not yet... | 1:15:20 | 1:15:23 | |
..maybe he is not well - | 1:15:25 | 1:15:27 | |
Infirmity doth still neglect all office | 1:15:27 | 1:15:30 | |
Whereto our health is bound. | 1:15:30 | 1:15:32 | |
Death on my state! Wherefore Should he sit here? | 1:15:33 | 1:15:38 | |
Give me my servant forth. | 1:15:38 | 1:15:41 | |
Go tell the Duke and's wife I'd speak with them, | 1:15:41 | 1:15:45 | |
Now, presently - bid them come forth and hear me, | 1:15:45 | 1:15:48 | |
Or at their chamber door I'll beat the drum | 1:15:48 | 1:15:51 | |
Till it cry sleep to death. | 1:15:51 | 1:15:52 | |
I would have all well betwixt you. | 1:15:52 | 1:15:54 | |
O me, my heart! | 1:15:56 | 1:15:59 | |
My rising heart! | 1:15:59 | 1:16:02 | |
But down! | 1:16:02 | 1:16:03 | |
Cry to it, Nuncle, | 1:16:03 | 1:16:05 | |
as the cockney did to the eels when she put 'em i'the paste alive - | 1:16:05 | 1:16:08 | |
she knapped 'em o'the coxcombs with a stick, | 1:16:08 | 1:16:10 | |
and cried "Down, wantons, down!" | 1:16:10 | 1:16:13 | |
'Twas her brother that in pure kindness to his horse | 1:16:15 | 1:16:19 | |
buttered his hay. | 1:16:19 | 1:16:20 | |
Good morrow to you both. | 1:16:32 | 1:16:34 | |
Hail to your grace! | 1:16:34 | 1:16:36 | |
I am glad to see your highness. | 1:16:36 | 1:16:38 | |
Regan, I think you are. | 1:16:38 | 1:16:41 | |
I know what reason I have to think so. | 1:16:41 | 1:16:44 | |
If thou shouldst not be glad, | 1:16:44 | 1:16:46 | |
I'd divorce me from thy mother's tomb, | 1:16:46 | 1:16:49 | |
Sepulchring an adultress. | 1:16:49 | 1:16:51 | |
O, are you free? | 1:16:51 | 1:16:54 | |
Some other time for that. | 1:16:55 | 1:16:57 | |
Beloved Regan. | 1:17:00 | 1:17:01 | |
Thy sister's naught. | 1:17:03 | 1:17:04 | |
O, Regan, she hath tied | 1:17:05 | 1:17:08 | |
Sharp-toothed unkindness, like a vulture, here. | 1:17:08 | 1:17:14 | |
I can scarce speak to thee - | 1:17:14 | 1:17:16 | |
thou'lt not believe With how depraved a quality... | 1:17:16 | 1:17:19 | |
O, Regan! | 1:17:19 | 1:17:20 | |
I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope | 1:17:20 | 1:17:24 | |
You less know how to value her desert | 1:17:24 | 1:17:26 | |
Than she to scant her duty. | 1:17:26 | 1:17:28 | |
Say, how is that? | 1:17:28 | 1:17:30 | |
I cannot think my sister in the least | 1:17:30 | 1:17:32 | |
Would fail her obligation. | 1:17:32 | 1:17:35 | |
If so, perchance, sir, | 1:17:35 | 1:17:37 | |
She have restrained the riots of your followers, | 1:17:37 | 1:17:40 | |
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end | 1:17:40 | 1:17:43 | |
As clears her from all blame. | 1:17:43 | 1:17:44 | |
My curses on her! | 1:17:44 | 1:17:46 | |
O, sir, you are old - | 1:17:46 | 1:17:50 | |
Nature in you stands on the very verge | 1:17:50 | 1:17:52 | |
Of her confine. | 1:17:52 | 1:17:53 | |
You should be ruled and led | 1:17:53 | 1:17:55 | |
By some discretion that discerns your state | 1:17:55 | 1:17:57 | |
Better than you yourself. | 1:17:57 | 1:17:59 | |
Therefore I pray you | 1:17:59 | 1:18:00 | |
That to our sister you do make return - | 1:18:00 | 1:18:02 | |
Say you have wronged her, sir. | 1:18:02 | 1:18:05 | |
-Ask her forgiveness? -Mm! | 1:18:05 | 1:18:07 | |
Do you but mark how this becomes the house? | 1:18:07 | 1:18:10 | |
Dear daughter, I confess that I am old. | 1:18:11 | 1:18:15 | |
Age is unnecessary. | 1:18:15 | 1:18:17 | |
On my knees I beg | 1:18:17 | 1:18:19 | |
You'll vouchsafe me raiment, bed and food. | 1:18:19 | 1:18:21 | |
Good sir, no more. These are unsightly tricks. | 1:18:21 | 1:18:23 | |
Return you to my sister. | 1:18:23 | 1:18:24 | |
Never, Regan! | 1:18:24 | 1:18:25 | |
She hath abated me of half my train, | 1:18:27 | 1:18:31 | |
Looked black upon me, struck me with her tongue | 1:18:31 | 1:18:34 | |
Most serpent-like, upon the very heart. | 1:18:34 | 1:18:37 | |
All the stored vengeances of heaven fall | 1:18:37 | 1:18:40 | |
On her ingrateful top! | 1:18:40 | 1:18:43 | |
Strike her young bones, You taking airs, with lameness! | 1:18:43 | 1:18:47 | |
Fie, sir, fie! | 1:18:47 | 1:18:48 | |
You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames | 1:18:48 | 1:18:51 | |
Into her scornful eyes! | 1:18:51 | 1:18:53 | |
Infect her beauty, You fen-sucked fogs, | 1:18:53 | 1:18:57 | |
drawn by the powerful sun To fall and blister! | 1:18:57 | 1:18:59 | |
O, the blest gods! | 1:18:59 | 1:19:02 | |
So will you wish on me when the rash mood is on. | 1:19:02 | 1:19:04 | |
No, Regan, | 1:19:04 | 1:19:06 | |
thou shalt never have my curse. | 1:19:06 | 1:19:09 | |
Thy tender-hefted nature will not give | 1:19:09 | 1:19:12 | |
Thee o'er to harshness. | 1:19:12 | 1:19:14 | |
Her eyes are fierce, but thine Do comfort and not burn. | 1:19:15 | 1:19:21 | |
Thou better knowst | 1:19:21 | 1:19:23 | |
The offices of nature, bond of childhood, | 1:19:23 | 1:19:27 | |
Effects of courtesy, dues of gratitude. | 1:19:27 | 1:19:31 | |
Thy half o' the kingdom hast thou not forgot, | 1:19:31 | 1:19:34 | |
Wherein I thee endowed. | 1:19:34 | 1:19:36 | |
Good sir, to the purpose. | 1:19:36 | 1:19:37 | |
Who put my man in the stocks? | 1:19:41 | 1:19:44 | |
RIDING HORN SOUNDS | 1:19:44 | 1:19:45 | |
What trumpet's that? | 1:19:45 | 1:19:47 | |
I know't, my sister's. | 1:19:47 | 1:19:48 | |
This approves her letter That she would soon be here. | 1:19:48 | 1:19:51 | |
Is your lady come? | 1:19:51 | 1:19:52 | |
This is a slave, whose easy borrowed pride | 1:19:52 | 1:19:54 | |
Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows. | 1:19:54 | 1:19:57 | |
Out, varlet, from my sight! | 1:19:57 | 1:19:59 | |
What means your grace? | 1:19:59 | 1:20:01 | |
Who stocked my servant?! | 1:20:01 | 1:20:02 | |
Regan, | 1:20:03 | 1:20:05 | |
I have good hope You did not know on't. | 1:20:05 | 1:20:09 | |
Who comes here? | 1:20:09 | 1:20:10 | |
O heavens! | 1:20:15 | 1:20:17 | |
If you do love old men, if your sweet sway | 1:20:17 | 1:20:21 | |
Allow obedience, if you yourselves are old, | 1:20:21 | 1:20:25 | |
Make it your cause. | 1:20:25 | 1:20:26 | |
Send down, and take my part! | 1:20:26 | 1:20:29 | |
Art not ashamed to look upon this beard? | 1:20:32 | 1:20:35 | |
O, Regan, will you take her by the hand? | 1:20:38 | 1:20:41 | |
Why not by the hand, my lord? How have I offended? | 1:20:41 | 1:20:46 | |
All's not offence that indiscretion finds | 1:20:46 | 1:20:49 | |
And dotage terms so. | 1:20:49 | 1:20:51 | |
O sides, you are too tough! | 1:20:51 | 1:20:55 | |
Will you yet hold? | 1:20:55 | 1:20:56 | |
How came my man i'the stocks? | 1:20:59 | 1:21:01 | |
I put him there, sir, | 1:21:01 | 1:21:03 | |
but his own disorders Deserved much less advancement. | 1:21:03 | 1:21:07 | |
You? Did you?! | 1:21:07 | 1:21:09 | |
I pray you, father, being weak, seem so. | 1:21:09 | 1:21:12 | |
If till the expiration of your month | 1:21:12 | 1:21:14 | |
You will return and sojourn with my sister, | 1:21:14 | 1:21:17 | |
Dismissing half your train, come then to me. | 1:21:17 | 1:21:19 | |
I am now from home and out of that provision | 1:21:19 | 1:21:21 | |
Which shall be needful for your entertainment. | 1:21:21 | 1:21:24 | |
Return to her? And 50 men dismissed? | 1:21:24 | 1:21:28 | |
No! | 1:21:28 | 1:21:29 | |
Rather I abjure all roofs and choose | 1:21:29 | 1:21:33 | |
To wage against the enmity o'th' air - | 1:21:33 | 1:21:35 | |
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl - | 1:21:35 | 1:21:37 | |
Necessity's sharp pinch! | 1:21:37 | 1:21:39 | |
Return with her? | 1:21:39 | 1:21:40 | |
Persuade me rather to be slave and sumpter | 1:21:40 | 1:21:43 | |
To this detested groom. | 1:21:43 | 1:21:45 | |
At your choice, sir. | 1:21:45 | 1:21:46 | |
Now I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad - | 1:21:46 | 1:21:51 | |
I will not trouble thee, my child. | 1:21:51 | 1:21:53 | |
Farewell. | 1:21:53 | 1:21:55 | |
We'll no more meet, no more see one another. | 1:21:55 | 1:21:57 | |
Yet thou art my flesh, | 1:21:59 | 1:22:03 | |
my blood, my daughter, | 1:22:03 | 1:22:06 | |
Or rather a disease that's in my flesh, | 1:22:06 | 1:22:09 | |
Which I must needs call mine. | 1:22:09 | 1:22:12 | |
Thou art a boil, | 1:22:12 | 1:22:14 | |
A plague sore, or embossed carbuncle In my corrupted blood. | 1:22:14 | 1:22:19 | |
But I'll not chide thee. Let shame come when it will - | 1:22:19 | 1:22:22 | |
I do not call it, I do not bid the thunder-bearer shoot, | 1:22:22 | 1:22:26 | |
Nor tell tales of thee to high-judging Jove. | 1:22:26 | 1:22:28 | |
Mend when thou canst, be better at thy leisure, I can be patient, | 1:22:28 | 1:22:32 | |
I can stay with Regan, I and my hundred knights. | 1:22:32 | 1:22:35 | |
Not altogether so, sir. | 1:22:35 | 1:22:37 | |
I looked not for you yet, nor am provided | 1:22:37 | 1:22:39 | |
For your fit welcome. | 1:22:39 | 1:22:41 | |
Give ear, sir, to my sister - | 1:22:41 | 1:22:43 | |
For those that mingle reason with your passion | 1:22:43 | 1:22:45 | |
Must be content to think you are old, and so... | 1:22:45 | 1:22:48 | |
But she knows what she does. | 1:22:49 | 1:22:51 | |
-Is this well spoken now? -I dare avouch it, sir. | 1:22:51 | 1:22:55 | |
What, 50 followers? | 1:22:55 | 1:22:58 | |
Is it not well? | 1:22:58 | 1:23:00 | |
What should you need of more? | 1:23:00 | 1:23:02 | |
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger | 1:23:02 | 1:23:05 | |
Speak 'gainst so great a number? | 1:23:05 | 1:23:07 | |
How in one house | 1:23:07 | 1:23:08 | |
Should many people, under two commands, | 1:23:08 | 1:23:10 | |
Hold amity? 'Tis hard, almost impossible. | 1:23:10 | 1:23:14 | |
Why might not you, my lord, receive attendance | 1:23:14 | 1:23:17 | |
From those that she calls servants or from mine? | 1:23:17 | 1:23:19 | |
Why not, my lord? | 1:23:19 | 1:23:21 | |
If then they chanced to slack ye We could control them. | 1:23:21 | 1:23:24 | |
If you will come to me... | 1:23:24 | 1:23:26 | |
..For now I spy a danger. I do entreat you | 1:23:28 | 1:23:31 | |
To bring but five and twenty - to no more | 1:23:31 | 1:23:35 | |
Will I give place or notice. | 1:23:35 | 1:23:36 | |
I gave you all. | 1:23:39 | 1:23:41 | |
And in good time you gave it. | 1:23:41 | 1:23:43 | |
Made you my guardians, my depositaries, | 1:23:43 | 1:23:48 | |
But kept a reservation to be followed | 1:23:48 | 1:23:51 | |
With such a number. | 1:23:51 | 1:23:53 | |
What, must I come to you With five and twenty? | 1:23:53 | 1:23:58 | |
Regan, said you so? | 1:23:58 | 1:24:02 | |
And speak't again, my lord - no more with me. | 1:24:02 | 1:24:05 | |
What need you five and twenty? Ten? Or five? | 1:24:05 | 1:24:08 | |
To follow in a house where twice so many | 1:24:08 | 1:24:11 | |
Have a command to tend you? | 1:24:11 | 1:24:12 | |
What need one? | 1:24:12 | 1:24:14 | |
O, reason not the need! | 1:24:14 | 1:24:16 | |
Our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous. | 1:24:18 | 1:24:24 | |
Allow not nature more than nature needs, | 1:24:24 | 1:24:28 | |
Man's life's as cheap as beast's. | 1:24:28 | 1:24:30 | |
Thou art a lady - If only to go warm were gorgeous, | 1:24:30 | 1:24:35 | |
Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, | 1:24:35 | 1:24:38 | |
Which scarcely keeps thee warm. | 1:24:38 | 1:24:40 | |
But for true need - | 1:24:40 | 1:24:42 | |
O, you heavens, give me that patience, | 1:24:42 | 1:24:47 | |
patience I need! | 1:24:47 | 1:24:49 | |
You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, | 1:24:50 | 1:24:54 | |
As full of grief as age, wretched in both. | 1:24:54 | 1:24:59 | |
If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts | 1:24:59 | 1:25:02 | |
Against their father, fool me not so much | 1:25:02 | 1:25:06 | |
To bear it tamely. Touch me with noble anger, | 1:25:06 | 1:25:12 | |
And let not women's weapons, water-drops, | 1:25:12 | 1:25:16 | |
Stain my man's cheeks! | 1:25:16 | 1:25:19 | |
No, you unnatural hags, THUNDER RUMBLES | 1:25:19 | 1:25:22 | |
I will have such revenges on you both | 1:25:23 | 1:25:27 | |
That all the world shall... | 1:25:27 | 1:25:30 | |
I will do such things - | 1:25:30 | 1:25:34 | |
What they are yet I know not, but they will be | 1:25:34 | 1:25:38 | |
The terrors of the earth! | 1:25:38 | 1:25:40 | |
You think I'll weep, No, I'll not weep. | 1:25:40 | 1:25:44 | |
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart | 1:25:44 | 1:25:47 | |
Will break into a hundred thousand flaws | 1:25:47 | 1:25:50 | |
Or e'er I shall weep. | 1:25:50 | 1:25:52 | |
O fool, I shall go mad. | 1:25:54 | 1:25:58 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 1:25:58 | 1:26:00 | |
Let us withdraw - | 1:26:14 | 1:26:16 | |
'twill be a storm. | 1:26:16 | 1:26:19 | |
This house is little. | 1:26:19 | 1:26:22 | |
The old man and's people Cannot be well bestowed. | 1:26:22 | 1:26:25 | |
'Tis his own blame - hath put himself from rest | 1:26:25 | 1:26:29 | |
And must needs taste his folly. | 1:26:29 | 1:26:31 | |
For his particular, I'll receive him gladly, | 1:26:31 | 1:26:33 | |
But not one follower. | 1:26:33 | 1:26:36 | |
So am I purposed. | 1:26:36 | 1:26:37 | |
Where is my lord of Gloucester? | 1:26:37 | 1:26:39 | |
The King is in high rage. | 1:26:39 | 1:26:41 | |
Whither is he going? | 1:26:41 | 1:26:43 | |
He calls to horse, but will I know not whither. | 1:26:43 | 1:26:46 | |
'Tis best to give him way - he leads himself. | 1:26:46 | 1:26:49 | |
My lord, entreat him by no means to stay. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:53 | |
Alack, the night comes on, and the high winds | 1:26:53 | 1:26:56 | |
Do sorely ruffle - | 1:26:56 | 1:26:58 | |
for many miles about There's scarce a bush. | 1:26:58 | 1:27:01 | |
O, sir, to wilful men The injuries they themselves procure | 1:27:01 | 1:27:05 | |
Must be their schoolmasters. | 1:27:05 | 1:27:08 | |
O... | 1:27:08 | 1:27:09 | |
Shut up your doors. | 1:27:09 | 1:27:12 | |
Shut up your doors, my lord - 'tis a wild night. | 1:27:15 | 1:27:19 | |
My Regan counsels well - come out o'the storm. | 1:27:19 | 1:27:24 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 1:27:24 | 1:27:25 | |
Alack, Edmund, I like not this unnatural dealing. | 1:27:28 | 1:27:31 | |
When I desired their leave that I might pity him, | 1:27:31 | 1:27:34 | |
they took from me the use of mine own house, | 1:27:34 | 1:27:37 | |
charged me on pain of perpetual displeasure | 1:27:37 | 1:27:40 | |
neither to speak of him, entreat for him, | 1:27:40 | 1:27:43 | |
or any way sustain him. | 1:27:43 | 1:27:45 | |
Most savage and unnatural. | 1:27:45 | 1:27:47 | |
Go to, go to. Say you nothing. | 1:27:47 | 1:27:49 | |
There is division between the dukes, | 1:27:51 | 1:27:53 | |
and a worse matter than that. | 1:27:53 | 1:27:56 | |
I have received a letter this night - 'tis dangerous to be spoken - | 1:27:56 | 1:28:01 | |
I have locked the letter in my closet. | 1:28:01 | 1:28:04 | |
These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home. | 1:28:04 | 1:28:08 | |
There is part of a power from France already footed - | 1:28:08 | 1:28:11 | |
we must incline to the King. | 1:28:11 | 1:28:14 | |
I will look him and privily relieve him. | 1:28:14 | 1:28:16 | |
Go you and maintain talk with the Duke, | 1:28:16 | 1:28:19 | |
that my charity be not of him perceived. | 1:28:19 | 1:28:21 | |
If he ask for me, I am ill and gone to bed. | 1:28:21 | 1:28:25 | |
If I die for it - as no less is threatened me - | 1:28:26 | 1:28:30 | |
the King my old master must be relieved. | 1:28:30 | 1:28:35 | |
There is strange things toward, Edmund - | 1:28:40 | 1:28:43 | |
pray you, be careful. | 1:28:43 | 1:28:46 | |
This courtesy, forbid thee, shall the Duke | 1:28:51 | 1:28:57 | |
Instantly know and of that letter too. | 1:28:57 | 1:29:00 | |
This seems a fair deserving and must draw me | 1:29:01 | 1:29:06 | |
That which my father loses, no less than all. | 1:29:06 | 1:29:10 | |
The younger rises when the old doth fall. | 1:29:11 | 1:29:16 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 1:29:18 | 1:29:20 | |
RAIN POURS | 1:29:20 | 1:29:22 | |
Blow winds and crack your cheeks! | 1:29:24 | 1:29:29 | |
Rage, blow! | 1:29:29 | 1:29:33 | |
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout | 1:29:33 | 1:29:38 | |
Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! | 1:29:38 | 1:29:42 | |
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, | 1:29:42 | 1:29:47 | |
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, | 1:29:47 | 1:29:50 | |
Singe my white head! | 1:29:50 | 1:29:52 | |
And thou, all-shaking thunder, | 1:29:52 | 1:29:56 | |
Strike flat the thick rotundity o'the world, | 1:29:56 | 1:29:59 | |
Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once | 1:29:59 | 1:30:03 | |
That make ingrateful man! | 1:30:03 | 1:30:05 | |
O, Nuncle! | 1:30:05 | 1:30:08 | |
Court holy-water in a dry house | 1:30:08 | 1:30:11 | |
is better than this rain-water out o'doors. | 1:30:11 | 1:30:14 | |
In, good Nuncle, and beg thy daughters' blessing. | 1:30:14 | 1:30:18 | |
Here's a night pities neither wise men nor fools. | 1:30:18 | 1:30:22 | |
Rumble thy bellyful! | 1:30:22 | 1:30:25 | |
Spit, fire, spout, rain! | 1:30:25 | 1:30:28 | |
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters - | 1:30:28 | 1:30:32 | |
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. | 1:30:32 | 1:30:35 | |
I never gave you kingdom, called you children - | 1:30:35 | 1:30:39 | |
You owe me no subscription. | 1:30:39 | 1:30:41 | |
Why then, let fall Your horrible pleasure. | 1:30:41 | 1:30:44 | |
Here I stand, your slave, | 1:30:44 | 1:30:46 | |
A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man. | 1:30:46 | 1:30:51 | |
But yet I call you servile ministers | 1:30:51 | 1:30:54 | |
That will with two pernicious daughters join | 1:30:54 | 1:30:56 | |
Your high-engendered battles against a head | 1:30:56 | 1:30:59 | |
So old and white as this. | 1:30:59 | 1:31:00 | |
-O ho! 'Tis foul. -'Tis foul! | 1:31:00 | 1:31:04 | |
He that has a house to put his head in has a good headpiece. | 1:31:04 | 1:31:08 | |
# The codpiece that will house Before the head has any | 1:31:08 | 1:31:13 | |
# The head and he will louse So beggars marry many | 1:31:13 | 1:31:16 | |
# The man that makes his toe What he his heart should make | 1:31:16 | 1:31:20 | |
# Shall of a corn cry woe And turn his sleep to wake. # | 1:31:20 | 1:31:24 | |
For there was never yet fair woman | 1:31:24 | 1:31:26 | |
but she would make mouths in a glass. | 1:31:26 | 1:31:28 | |
No, I will be the pattern of all patience, | 1:31:30 | 1:31:35 | |
I will say nothing. | 1:31:35 | 1:31:37 | |
Who's there? | 1:31:37 | 1:31:38 | |
Marry, here's grace and a codpiece - that's a wise man and a fool. | 1:31:38 | 1:31:43 | |
Alas, sir, are you here? | 1:31:43 | 1:31:45 | |
Things that love night Love not such nights as these. | 1:31:45 | 1:31:48 | |
The wrathful skies | 1:31:48 | 1:31:50 | |
Gallow the very wanderers of the dark, | 1:31:50 | 1:31:52 | |
And make them keep their caves. | 1:31:52 | 1:31:54 | |
Man's nature cannot carry Th'affliction, nor the fear. | 1:31:54 | 1:31:58 | |
Let the great gods | 1:31:58 | 1:31:59 | |
That keep this dreadful pudder o'er our heads | 1:31:59 | 1:32:02 | |
Find out their enemies now. | 1:32:02 | 1:32:04 | |
Tremble, thou wretch, | 1:32:04 | 1:32:06 | |
That hast within thee undivulged crimes, | 1:32:06 | 1:32:09 | |
Unwhipped of justice. | 1:32:09 | 1:32:11 | |
Hide thee, thou bloody hand, Thou perjured, | 1:32:11 | 1:32:13 | |
and thou simular of virtue That art incestuous. | 1:32:13 | 1:32:17 | |
Caitiff, to pieces shake, | 1:32:17 | 1:32:19 | |
That under covert and convenient seeming | 1:32:19 | 1:32:21 | |
Hast practised on man's life. | 1:32:21 | 1:32:23 | |
Close pent-up guilts | 1:32:23 | 1:32:25 | |
Rive your concealing continents and cry | 1:32:25 | 1:32:27 | |
These dreadful summoners grace. | 1:32:27 | 1:32:31 | |
I am a man More sinned against than sinning. | 1:32:33 | 1:32:37 | |
Gracious my lord, hard by here is a hovel - | 1:32:37 | 1:32:40 | |
Some friendship will it lend you against the tempest. | 1:32:40 | 1:32:42 | |
Repose you there. | 1:32:42 | 1:32:44 | |
My wits begin to turn. | 1:32:44 | 1:32:46 | |
Come on, my boy. | 1:32:49 | 1:32:52 | |
How dost my boy? | 1:32:52 | 1:32:54 | |
Art cold? | 1:32:54 | 1:32:56 | |
I am cold myself. | 1:32:56 | 1:32:58 | |
Where is this straw, my fellow? | 1:32:59 | 1:33:01 | |
The art of our necessities is strange, | 1:33:01 | 1:33:04 | |
And can make vile things precious. | 1:33:04 | 1:33:06 | |
Poor fool and knave, | 1:33:09 | 1:33:12 | |
I have one part in my heart That is sorry yet for thee. | 1:33:12 | 1:33:17 | |
# He that has and a little tiny wit | 1:33:17 | 1:33:20 | |
# With a heigh-ho, the wind and the rain | 1:33:20 | 1:33:24 | |
# Must make content his fortunes fit | 1:33:24 | 1:33:28 | |
# For the rain it raineth every day. # | 1:33:28 | 1:33:31 | |
True, my good boy. | 1:33:31 | 1:33:34 | |
Come, bring us to this hovel. | 1:33:34 | 1:33:37 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 1:33:41 | 1:33:42 | |
Here is the place, my lord. Good my lord, enter. | 1:33:42 | 1:33:45 | |
The tyranny of the open night's too rough | 1:33:45 | 1:33:48 | |
For nature to endure. | 1:33:48 | 1:33:49 | |
-Let me alone. -Good my lord, enter here. | 1:33:49 | 1:33:51 | |
Wilt break my heart? | 1:33:51 | 1:33:53 | |
I'd rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter. | 1:33:53 | 1:33:56 | |
Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm | 1:33:56 | 1:33:59 | |
Invades us to the skin - so it is to thee. | 1:33:59 | 1:34:02 | |
But where the greater malady is fixed, | 1:34:02 | 1:34:04 | |
The lesser is scarce felt. | 1:34:04 | 1:34:06 | |
Thou'dst shun a bear, | 1:34:06 | 1:34:08 | |
But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea, | 1:34:08 | 1:34:11 | |
Thou'dst meet the bear in the mouth. | 1:34:11 | 1:34:13 | |
When the mind is free, the body is delicate. | 1:34:13 | 1:34:17 | |
This tempest in my mind | 1:34:17 | 1:34:19 | |
Doth from my senses take all feeling else, | 1:34:19 | 1:34:23 | |
Save what beats there, filial ingratitude. | 1:34:23 | 1:34:27 | |
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand | 1:34:27 | 1:34:31 | |
For lifting food to it? | 1:34:31 | 1:34:33 | |
But I will punish home. | 1:34:34 | 1:34:36 | |
No, I'll weep no more. | 1:34:36 | 1:34:39 | |
In such a night | 1:34:40 | 1:34:41 | |
To shut me out? | 1:34:41 | 1:34:43 | |
Pour on, I will endure. | 1:34:44 | 1:34:47 | |
In such a night as this? | 1:34:48 | 1:34:50 | |
O, Regan, Goneril, | 1:34:52 | 1:34:54 | |
Thy old, kind father, whose frank heart gave you all. | 1:34:54 | 1:34:59 | |
O, that way madness lies, let me shun that. | 1:35:01 | 1:35:06 | |
-No more of that. -Good my lord, enter. | 1:35:06 | 1:35:09 | |
Prithee go in thyself, seek thine own ease. | 1:35:09 | 1:35:14 | |
This tempest will not give me leave to ponder | 1:35:14 | 1:35:16 | |
On things would hurt me more. | 1:35:16 | 1:35:19 | |
But I'll go in. | 1:35:21 | 1:35:22 | |
In, boy, go first. | 1:35:24 | 1:35:27 | |
You houseless poverty. | 1:35:27 | 1:35:30 | |
Nay, get thee in. | 1:35:30 | 1:35:32 | |
I'll pray, then I'll sleep. | 1:35:35 | 1:35:39 | |
Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are, | 1:35:44 | 1:35:48 | |
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, | 1:35:48 | 1:35:51 | |
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, | 1:35:51 | 1:35:56 | |
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you | 1:35:56 | 1:35:59 | |
From seasons such as these? | 1:35:59 | 1:36:00 | |
O, I have ta'en too little care of this. | 1:36:01 | 1:36:06 | |
Take physic, pomp! | 1:36:06 | 1:36:09 | |
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, | 1:36:09 | 1:36:12 | |
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them | 1:36:12 | 1:36:14 | |
And show the heavens more just. | 1:36:14 | 1:36:16 | |
Fathom and half, fathom and half. Poor Tom! | 1:36:16 | 1:36:20 | |
Come not in here, Nuncle, there's a spirit. | 1:36:20 | 1:36:24 | |
Help me, help me! | 1:36:24 | 1:36:26 | |
-Who's there? -A spirit, a spirit. He says his name's Poor Tom. | 1:36:26 | 1:36:30 | |
Who art thou that dost grumble there in the straw? Come forth. | 1:36:30 | 1:36:33 | |
Away, the foul fiend follows me. | 1:36:33 | 1:36:36 | |
Through the sharp hawthorn blows the cold wind. | 1:36:43 | 1:36:46 | |
Argh! Argh! | 1:36:46 | 1:36:48 | |
Go to thy cold bed | 1:36:50 | 1:36:52 | |
and warm...thee. | 1:36:52 | 1:36:55 | |
Didst thou give all to thy two daughters? | 1:36:57 | 1:37:00 | |
And art thou come to this? | 1:37:00 | 1:37:02 | |
Who gives anything to Poor Tom? | 1:37:04 | 1:37:06 | |
Whom the foul fiend hath led through fire and through flame, | 1:37:06 | 1:37:10 | |
through ford and whirlpool, o'er bog and quagmire, | 1:37:10 | 1:37:15 | |
that hath laid knives under his pillow and halters in his pew, | 1:37:15 | 1:37:22 | |
set ratsbane by his porridge... | 1:37:22 | 1:37:24 | |
..made him proud of heart, | 1:37:26 | 1:37:28 | |
to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inched bridges, | 1:37:28 | 1:37:33 | |
to course his own shadow for a traitor. | 1:37:33 | 1:37:36 | |
Bless thy five wits. | 1:37:36 | 1:37:38 | |
O, Tom's a-cold. | 1:37:41 | 1:37:42 | |
Oh... | 1:37:43 | 1:37:44 | |
# Do, de, do de, do de... # | 1:37:44 | 1:37:49 | |
Bless thee from whirlwinds, star-blasting, and... | 1:37:51 | 1:37:58 | |
..taking. | 1:38:00 | 1:38:01 | |
Do Poor Tom some charity, whom the foul fiend vexes. | 1:38:03 | 1:38:08 | |
Agh! Agh! | 1:38:08 | 1:38:10 | |
HE GROANS | 1:38:10 | 1:38:12 | |
Oh! | 1:38:15 | 1:38:17 | |
There could I have him now, | 1:38:17 | 1:38:19 | |
and there, and there again, and there. | 1:38:19 | 1:38:23 | |
Have his daughters brought him to this pass? | 1:38:24 | 1:38:27 | |
Couldst thou save nothing? | 1:38:28 | 1:38:29 | |
Wouldst thou give 'em all? | 1:38:30 | 1:38:32 | |
Nay, he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed. | 1:38:32 | 1:38:36 | |
# Eh, eh, eh | 1:38:36 | 1:38:39 | |
# Pillicock sat on Pillicock hill... # | 1:38:39 | 1:38:45 | |
Alow, alow... | 1:38:47 | 1:38:49 | |
..loo, loo! | 1:38:51 | 1:38:54 | |
This cold night will turn us all fools or madmen. | 1:38:54 | 1:38:59 | |
Take heed of the foul fiend. | 1:38:59 | 1:39:01 | |
Obey thy parents, | 1:39:03 | 1:39:06 | |
keep thy word justly, swear not, | 1:39:06 | 1:39:09 | |
commit not with man's sworn spouse, | 1:39:09 | 1:39:12 | |
set not thy sweet-heart on proud array. | 1:39:12 | 1:39:16 | |
Oh! | 1:39:16 | 1:39:17 | |
Oh! Tom's a-cold. | 1:39:17 | 1:39:19 | |
What hast thou been? | 1:39:19 | 1:39:20 | |
A serving-man, | 1:39:23 | 1:39:24 | |
proud in heart and mind, that curled my hair, | 1:39:24 | 1:39:29 | |
wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress' heart | 1:39:29 | 1:39:34 | |
and did the act of darkness with her. | 1:39:34 | 1:39:36 | |
Swore as many oaths as I spake words | 1:39:36 | 1:39:40 | |
and...broke 'em... | 1:39:40 | 1:39:43 | |
..in the sweet face of heaven. | 1:39:44 | 1:39:47 | |
One that slept in the contriving of lust and waked to do it. | 1:39:47 | 1:39:51 | |
Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly, | 1:39:51 | 1:39:55 | |
and, in woman... | 1:39:55 | 1:39:57 | |
..out-paramoured the Turk. | 1:39:58 | 1:40:00 | |
Hog in sloth, fox in stealth, | 1:40:01 | 1:40:05 | |
wolf in greediness, | 1:40:05 | 1:40:07 | |
dog in madness, lion in prey. | 1:40:07 | 1:40:10 | |
HE GROANS | 1:40:11 | 1:40:14 | |
Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind. | 1:40:16 | 1:40:20 | |
Says suum... | 1:40:20 | 1:40:24 | |
mun... | 1:40:24 | 1:40:27 | |
..nonny... | 1:40:29 | 1:40:31 | |
..Dauphin... | 1:40:34 | 1:40:36 | |
my boy... | 1:40:36 | 1:40:38 | |
my boy, ha-ha! | 1:40:38 | 1:40:40 | |
Cessez! | 1:40:42 | 1:40:44 | |
Let him trot by. | 1:40:53 | 1:40:55 | |
Why, thou wert better in thy grave | 1:40:55 | 1:40:59 | |
than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. | 1:40:59 | 1:41:04 | |
Is man no more than this? | 1:41:04 | 1:41:08 | |
Consider him well. | 1:41:09 | 1:41:10 | |
Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, | 1:41:11 | 1:41:16 | |
the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. | 1:41:16 | 1:41:19 | |
Ha? | 1:41:19 | 1:41:20 | |
Here's three on's us are sophisticated - | 1:41:20 | 1:41:23 | |
thou art the thing itself. | 1:41:23 | 1:41:28 | |
Unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, | 1:41:29 | 1:41:34 | |
forked animal as thou art. | 1:41:34 | 1:41:37 | |
Off, off, you lendings... | 1:41:38 | 1:41:40 | |
Prithee, Nuncle, be contented. | 1:41:40 | 1:41:43 | |
'Tis a naughty night to swim in. | 1:41:44 | 1:41:47 | |
Now a little fire in a wild field were like an old lecher's heart, | 1:41:47 | 1:41:52 | |
a small spark, all rest on body cold. | 1:41:52 | 1:41:57 | |
Look. Look, here comes a walking fire. | 1:41:58 | 1:42:02 | |
Oh, this is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. | 1:42:02 | 1:42:05 | |
He begins at curfew, and walks till the first cock, | 1:42:05 | 1:42:09 | |
he gives the web and the pin, | 1:42:09 | 1:42:10 | |
squinies the eye and makes the hare lip, | 1:42:10 | 1:42:13 | |
mildews the white wheat, | 1:42:13 | 1:42:14 | |
and hurts the poor creature of the earth. | 1:42:14 | 1:42:18 | |
-What's he? -Who's there? | 1:42:18 | 1:42:20 | |
-What is't you seek? -What are you there? Your names? | 1:42:20 | 1:42:22 | |
Poor Tom. | 1:42:24 | 1:42:26 | |
Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the tadpole, | 1:42:26 | 1:42:31 | |
the wall-newt and the water, | 1:42:31 | 1:42:33 | |
that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, | 1:42:33 | 1:42:37 | |
eats cow-dung for salads. | 1:42:37 | 1:42:39 | |
Beware my follower. | 1:42:40 | 1:42:42 | |
HE GROANS | 1:42:44 | 1:42:46 | |
Peace, Smulkin, peace, thou fiend. | 1:42:46 | 1:42:50 | |
-What, hath your grace no better company? -Poor Tom's a-cold. | 1:42:50 | 1:42:53 | |
Go in with me. | 1:42:53 | 1:42:54 | |
My duty cannot suffer to obey in all your daughters' hard commands. | 1:42:54 | 1:42:58 | |
Though their injunction be to bar my doors | 1:42:58 | 1:43:00 | |
And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, | 1:43:00 | 1:43:03 | |
Yet have I ventured to come seek you out, | 1:43:03 | 1:43:06 | |
And bring you where both fire and food is ready. | 1:43:06 | 1:43:09 | |
First let me talk with this philosopher. | 1:43:09 | 1:43:12 | |
What is the cause of thunder? | 1:43:12 | 1:43:13 | |
Good my lord, take his offer, go into the house. | 1:43:13 | 1:43:16 | |
I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. | 1:43:16 | 1:43:18 | |
What is thy study? | 1:43:18 | 1:43:20 | |
How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin. | 1:43:20 | 1:43:23 | |
Let me ask one word in private. | 1:43:23 | 1:43:25 | |
Importune him to go once more, my lord, his wits begin to unsettle. | 1:43:25 | 1:43:29 | |
What a night is this? I do beseech your grace. | 1:43:29 | 1:43:32 | |
O, cry your mercy, sir. | 1:43:32 | 1:43:34 | |
Noble philosopher, your company. | 1:43:34 | 1:43:37 | |
-Tom's a-cold. -In, fellow, there, into the hovel, keep thee warm. | 1:43:37 | 1:43:41 | |
-Come, in all. -This way, my lord. | 1:43:41 | 1:43:44 | |
With him - I keep still with my philosopher. | 1:43:44 | 1:43:47 | |
Good my lord, soothe him, let him take the fellow. | 1:43:47 | 1:43:50 | |
-Take him you on. -Come, sirrah, go along with us. | 1:43:50 | 1:43:52 | |
Come, good Athenian. | 1:43:53 | 1:43:56 | |
No words, no words - hush. | 1:43:56 | 1:43:59 | |
I will have my revenge, ere I depart his house. | 1:44:08 | 1:44:12 | |
How, my lord, I may be censured that nature thus gives way to loyalty | 1:44:12 | 1:44:17 | |
something fears me to think of. | 1:44:17 | 1:44:20 | |
I now perceive it was not altogether your brother's evil disposition | 1:44:20 | 1:44:24 | |
that made him seek his father's death, | 1:44:24 | 1:44:27 | |
but a provoking merit | 1:44:27 | 1:44:29 | |
set a-work by a reprovable badness in Gloucester himself. | 1:44:29 | 1:44:33 | |
How malicious is my fortune, that I must repent to be just? | 1:44:33 | 1:44:37 | |
This is the letter which he spoke of, | 1:44:37 | 1:44:40 | |
which approves him an intelligent party to the advantages of France. | 1:44:40 | 1:44:43 | |
O heavens! That this treason were not, or not I the detector. | 1:44:43 | 1:44:49 | |
Go with me to the Duchess. | 1:44:50 | 1:44:52 | |
If the matter of this paper be certain, | 1:44:52 | 1:44:54 | |
you have mighty business in hand. | 1:44:54 | 1:44:56 | |
True or false, it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester. | 1:44:56 | 1:45:00 | |
Seek out where thy father is, | 1:45:03 | 1:45:05 | |
that he may be ready for our apprehension. | 1:45:05 | 1:45:08 | |
I will persever in my course of loyalty, | 1:45:08 | 1:45:10 | |
though the conflict be sore between that and my blood. | 1:45:10 | 1:45:13 | |
I will lay trust upon thee | 1:45:13 | 1:45:17 | |
and thou shalt find a dear father in my love. | 1:45:17 | 1:45:21 | |
Here is better than the open air. | 1:45:24 | 1:45:26 | |
Take it thankfully. | 1:45:26 | 1:45:28 | |
I will piece out the comfort with what addition I can. | 1:45:29 | 1:45:32 | |
I will not be long from you. | 1:45:32 | 1:45:33 | |
All the power of his wits have given way to his impatience. | 1:45:33 | 1:45:36 | |
The gods reward your kindness. | 1:45:36 | 1:45:38 | |
Frateretto calls me, | 1:45:38 | 1:45:40 | |
and tells me Nero is an angler in the lake of darkness. | 1:45:40 | 1:45:45 | |
Pray, innocent, and beware the foul fiend. | 1:45:45 | 1:45:48 | |
Prithee, Nuncle. | 1:45:48 | 1:45:50 | |
Prithee, Nuncle, tell me whether a madman be a gentleman or a yeoman? | 1:45:51 | 1:45:57 | |
A king, a king, | 1:45:57 | 1:45:59 | |
No, he's a yeoman that has a gentleman to his son, | 1:45:59 | 1:46:03 | |
for he's a mad yeoman that sees his son a gentleman before him. | 1:46:03 | 1:46:07 | |
To have a thousand with red burning spits | 1:46:07 | 1:46:10 | |
Come zingin' in upon 'em! | 1:46:10 | 1:46:12 | |
Ow, the foul fiend bites my back! | 1:46:12 | 1:46:15 | |
He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, a horse's health, | 1:46:15 | 1:46:20 | |
a boy's love, or a whore's oath. | 1:46:20 | 1:46:23 | |
It shall be done, I will arraign them straight. | 1:46:23 | 1:46:26 | |
Come, sit thou here, | 1:46:28 | 1:46:31 | |
most learned justicer. | 1:46:31 | 1:46:34 | |
Thou...sapient sir, | 1:46:36 | 1:46:39 | |
sit here. | 1:46:39 | 1:46:41 | |
No, you she-foxes... | 1:46:43 | 1:46:46 | |
How do you, sir? | 1:46:47 | 1:46:48 | |
Stand you not so amazed. | 1:46:50 | 1:46:51 | |
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions? | 1:46:53 | 1:46:55 | |
I'll see their trial first. | 1:47:01 | 1:47:03 | |
Bring in the evidence. | 1:47:05 | 1:47:06 | |
Thou...robed man of justice, take thy place. | 1:47:08 | 1:47:13 | |
And thou, his yoke-fellow of equity, Bench by his side. | 1:47:14 | 1:47:20 | |
You are o' the commission. Sit you too. | 1:47:20 | 1:47:23 | |
Let us deal justly. | 1:47:23 | 1:47:25 | |
Arraign her first. | 1:47:27 | 1:47:28 | |
'Tis Goneril. | 1:47:37 | 1:47:38 | |
Here I take my oath before this honourable assembly - | 1:47:41 | 1:47:45 | |
kicked the poor King her father. | 1:47:45 | 1:47:47 | |
Come hither, mistress, is your name Goneril? | 1:47:48 | 1:47:51 | |
She cannot deny it. | 1:47:51 | 1:47:53 | |
Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool. | 1:47:53 | 1:47:56 | |
And here's another whose warped looks proclaim | 1:47:58 | 1:48:02 | |
What store her heart is made on. | 1:48:02 | 1:48:04 | |
Stop her there! Arms, arms, sword, fire, corruption in the place! | 1:48:04 | 1:48:12 | |
False justicer, why hast thou let her 'scape? | 1:48:12 | 1:48:17 | |
-Bless thy five wits. -O pity! | 1:48:23 | 1:48:25 | |
Where is the patience now | 1:48:25 | 1:48:27 | |
That you so oft have boasted to retain? | 1:48:27 | 1:48:31 | |
HE COUGHS | 1:48:31 | 1:48:32 | |
Let them anatomise Regan... | 1:48:39 | 1:48:41 | |
..see what breeds about her heart. | 1:48:43 | 1:48:46 | |
Is there any cause in nature that make these hard hearts? | 1:48:47 | 1:48:53 | |
You, sir.. | 1:48:55 | 1:48:57 | |
..I entertain you for one of my hundred. | 1:48:58 | 1:49:03 | |
Only I do not like the fashion of your garments. | 1:49:04 | 1:49:07 | |
You will say they are Persian attire, | 1:49:08 | 1:49:12 | |
but let them be changed. | 1:49:12 | 1:49:14 | |
Now, good my lord, lie down | 1:49:16 | 1:49:19 | |
and rest awhile. | 1:49:19 | 1:49:21 | |
Make no noise. | 1:49:28 | 1:49:29 | |
Make no noise. | 1:49:32 | 1:49:34 | |
Draw the curtains. | 1:49:41 | 1:49:43 | |
So... | 1:49:48 | 1:49:49 | |
..so, so... | 1:49:50 | 1:49:51 | |
I'll go to supper in the morning... | 1:49:57 | 1:49:59 | |
..so... | 1:50:02 | 1:50:04 | |
..so, so. | 1:50:05 | 1:50:06 | |
And I'll go to bed at noon. | 1:50:09 | 1:50:12 | |
-GLOUCESTER: -Come hither, friend - where is the King my master? | 1:50:14 | 1:50:17 | |
Here, sir, but trouble him not - his wits are gone. | 1:50:17 | 1:50:20 | |
Good friend, I prithee take him in thy arms. | 1:50:20 | 1:50:22 | |
I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him. | 1:50:22 | 1:50:24 | |
There is a litter ready. Lay him in't | 1:50:24 | 1:50:26 | |
And drive towards Dover, friend, where thou shalt meet | 1:50:26 | 1:50:29 | |
Both welcome and protection. | 1:50:29 | 1:50:31 | |
Take up thy master! | 1:50:32 | 1:50:33 | |
If thou shouldst dally half an hour, his life, | 1:50:33 | 1:50:36 | |
With thine and all that offer to defend him, | 1:50:36 | 1:50:38 | |
Stand in assured loss. Take up, take up, | 1:50:38 | 1:50:41 | |
And follow me, that will to some provision | 1:50:41 | 1:50:44 | |
Give thee quick conduct. | 1:50:44 | 1:50:46 | |
Oppressed nature sleeps. | 1:50:46 | 1:50:49 | |
This rest might yet have balmed thy broken sinews, | 1:50:49 | 1:50:51 | |
Which, if convenience will not allow, | 1:50:51 | 1:50:53 | |
Stand in hard cure. | 1:50:53 | 1:50:54 | |
Come, help to bear thy master. | 1:50:56 | 1:50:57 | |
Thou must not stay behind! | 1:51:00 | 1:51:01 | |
Come, come away. | 1:51:01 | 1:51:03 | |
WHISPERING VOICES | 1:51:13 | 1:51:19 | |
Post speedily to my lord your husband. | 1:51:28 | 1:51:30 | |
Show him this letter - the army of France is landed. | 1:51:30 | 1:51:34 | |
Seek out the villain Gloucester. | 1:51:35 | 1:51:38 | |
-Hang him instantly! -Pluck out his eyes! | 1:51:38 | 1:51:41 | |
Leave him to my displeasure. | 1:51:41 | 1:51:42 | |
Edmund, keep you our sister company. | 1:51:44 | 1:51:46 | |
The revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father | 1:51:46 | 1:51:50 | |
are not fit for your beholding. | 1:51:50 | 1:51:52 | |
Advise the Duke, where you are going to a most festinate preparation - | 1:51:52 | 1:51:57 | |
we are bound to the like. | 1:51:57 | 1:51:59 | |
Our posts shall be swift and intelligent betwixt us. | 1:51:59 | 1:52:03 | |
Farewell, dear sister, my lord of Gloucester. | 1:52:03 | 1:52:06 | |
How now, where's the King? | 1:52:07 | 1:52:09 | |
My lord of Gloucester hath conveyed him hence. | 1:52:09 | 1:52:11 | |
Some five- or six-and-thirty of his knights | 1:52:11 | 1:52:13 | |
Are gone with him towards Dover, where they boast | 1:52:13 | 1:52:15 | |
To have well-armed friends. | 1:52:15 | 1:52:17 | |
-Get horses for your mistress. -Farewell, sweet lord, and sister. | 1:52:17 | 1:52:20 | |
Edmund, farewell. | 1:52:20 | 1:52:23 | |
Go seek the traitor Gloucester. | 1:52:28 | 1:52:30 | |
Pinion him like a thief, bring him before us. | 1:52:30 | 1:52:33 | |
Though well we may not pass upon his life | 1:52:39 | 1:52:42 | |
Without the form of justice... | 1:52:42 | 1:52:44 | |
..yet our power... | 1:52:47 | 1:52:48 | |
..Shall do courtesy | 1:52:49 | 1:52:51 | |
to our wrath... | 1:52:51 | 1:52:53 | |
..which men May blame but not control. | 1:52:54 | 1:52:58 | |
Who's there? The traitor? | 1:53:04 | 1:53:06 | |
Ingrateful fox, 'tis he. | 1:53:06 | 1:53:08 | |
-Bind fast his corky arms. -What mean your graces? | 1:53:08 | 1:53:11 | |
Good my friends, consider - you are my guests. | 1:53:11 | 1:53:14 | |
Do me no foul play, friends. | 1:53:14 | 1:53:17 | |
Bind him, I say! | 1:53:17 | 1:53:18 | |
Hard, hard. O, filthy traitor! | 1:53:18 | 1:53:21 | |
Unmerciful lady as you are, I'm none. | 1:53:21 | 1:53:23 | |
To this chair bind him. | 1:53:23 | 1:53:26 | |
Villain, thou shalt find... | 1:53:29 | 1:53:31 | |
By the kind gods, 'tis most ignobly done | 1:53:31 | 1:53:34 | |
To pluck me by the beard. | 1:53:34 | 1:53:35 | |
So white, and such a traitor! | 1:53:35 | 1:53:38 | |
Naughty lady, | 1:53:39 | 1:53:40 | |
These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin | 1:53:40 | 1:53:43 | |
Will quicken and accuse thee. | 1:53:43 | 1:53:45 | |
I am your host. | 1:53:46 | 1:53:47 | |
With robber's hands my hospitable favours | 1:53:49 | 1:53:51 | |
You should not ruffle thus. | 1:53:51 | 1:53:53 | |
What will you do? | 1:53:56 | 1:53:57 | |
Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? | 1:54:01 | 1:54:07 | |
Be simple answered, for we know the truth. | 1:54:07 | 1:54:10 | |
And what confederacy have you with the traitors, | 1:54:10 | 1:54:12 | |
Late footed in the kingdom? | 1:54:12 | 1:54:13 | |
To whose hands you have sent the lunatic King. | 1:54:13 | 1:54:17 | |
-Speak! -I have a letter guessingly set down | 1:54:17 | 1:54:20 | |
Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, | 1:54:20 | 1:54:23 | |
-and not from one opposed. -Cunning. -And false! | 1:54:23 | 1:54:25 | |
Where hast thou sent the King? | 1:54:25 | 1:54:27 | |
To Dover. | 1:54:28 | 1:54:30 | |
Wherefore to Dover? | 1:54:31 | 1:54:32 | |
-Wast thou not charged at... -Wherefore to Dover? | 1:54:32 | 1:54:37 | |
Let him first answer that. | 1:54:37 | 1:54:39 | |
Wherefore to Dover, sir? | 1:54:40 | 1:54:43 | |
Because I would not see thy cruel nails | 1:54:43 | 1:54:46 | |
Pluck out his poor old eyes, nor thy fierce sister | 1:54:46 | 1:54:50 | |
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs. | 1:54:50 | 1:54:53 | |
See't shalt thou never. | 1:54:53 | 1:54:55 | |
Fellows, hold the chair. | 1:54:55 | 1:54:57 | |
HE GROANS | 1:55:02 | 1:55:06 | |
Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot. | 1:55:07 | 1:55:11 | |
HE GROANS | 1:55:13 | 1:55:15 | |
O cruel! O you gods! | 1:55:23 | 1:55:26 | |
One side will mock another th'other too. | 1:55:26 | 1:55:28 | |
-If you see vengeance... -Hold your hand, my lord. | 1:55:28 | 1:55:30 | |
I have served you ever since I was a child, | 1:55:30 | 1:55:33 | |
But better service have I never done you | 1:55:33 | 1:55:36 | |
Than now to bid you hold. | 1:55:36 | 1:55:37 | |
How now, you dog! | 1:55:37 | 1:55:39 | |
If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. | 1:55:39 | 1:55:43 | |
What do you mean? | 1:55:43 | 1:55:44 | |
My villein! | 1:55:44 | 1:55:46 | |
Nay then, come on, and take the chance of anger. | 1:55:46 | 1:55:51 | |
HE GROANS | 1:55:55 | 1:55:57 | |
My lord, you have one eye left To see some mischief on him. | 1:55:57 | 1:56:00 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 1:56:06 | 1:56:08 | |
Lest it see more, prevent it. | 1:56:08 | 1:56:10 | |
Out, vile jelly. | 1:56:10 | 1:56:13 | |
Where is thy lustre now? | 1:56:18 | 1:56:20 | |
All dark and comfortless? O, where is my son Edmund? | 1:56:20 | 1:56:26 | |
Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of nature | 1:56:26 | 1:56:28 | |
To quit this horrid act. | 1:56:28 | 1:56:30 | |
Out, treacherous villain. | 1:56:30 | 1:56:32 | |
Thou call'st on him that hates thee. It was he | 1:56:32 | 1:56:36 | |
That made the overture of thy treasons to us, | 1:56:36 | 1:56:40 | |
Who is too good to pity thee. | 1:56:40 | 1:56:42 | |
O my follies! Then Edgar was abused? | 1:56:43 | 1:56:46 | |
Kind gods, forgive me that and prosper him. | 1:56:46 | 1:56:50 | |
Go, thrust him out at gates, and let him... | 1:56:50 | 1:56:54 | |
..smell his way to Dover. | 1:56:55 | 1:56:58 | |
How is't my lord? How look you? | 1:57:00 | 1:57:02 | |
I have received a hurt. | 1:57:04 | 1:57:06 | |
Follow me, lady. | 1:57:07 | 1:57:09 | |
Turn out that eyeless villain. Throw this slave upon the dunghill. | 1:57:09 | 1:57:13 | |
God! | 1:57:13 | 1:57:15 | |
Untimely comes this hurt. | 1:57:15 | 1:57:18 | |
Give me thine arm. | 1:57:18 | 1:57:19 | |
I'll never care what wickedness I do If this man comes to good. | 1:57:29 | 1:57:35 | |
If she live long | 1:57:35 | 1:57:37 | |
And in the end meet the old course of death, | 1:57:37 | 1:57:39 | |
Women will all turn monsters. | 1:57:39 | 1:57:41 | |
Go now, and fetch some flax and whites of eggs | 1:57:41 | 1:57:46 | |
To apply to his bleeding face. | 1:57:46 | 1:57:47 | |
Now heaven help him! | 1:58:02 | 1:58:04 | |
O my good lord, I have been your tenant, and your father's tenant. | 1:59:15 | 1:59:22 | |
Away, get thee away, good friend, be gone. | 1:59:22 | 1:59:25 | |
Thy comforts can do me no good at all. | 1:59:25 | 1:59:28 | |
Thee they may hurt. | 1:59:28 | 1:59:29 | |
Alack, sir, you cannot see your way. | 1:59:29 | 1:59:33 | |
I have no way, and therefore want no eyes. | 1:59:33 | 1:59:37 | |
I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen | 1:59:38 | 1:59:41 | |
Our means secure us and our mere defects | 1:59:41 | 1:59:44 | |
Prove our commodities. | 1:59:44 | 1:59:46 | |
O dear son Edgar, | 1:59:48 | 1:59:49 | |
The food of thy abused father's wrath, | 1:59:49 | 1:59:52 | |
Might I but live to see thee in my touch, | 1:59:52 | 1:59:56 | |
I'd say I had eyes again. | 1:59:56 | 1:59:58 | |
-Oh Gods! -How now? Who's there? | 2:00:03 | 2:00:05 | |
'Tis poor mad Tom. Fellow, where goest? | 2:00:05 | 2:00:09 | |
-Is it a beggar-man? -Madman and beggar too. | 2:00:09 | 2:00:12 | |
He has some reason, else he could not beg. | 2:00:12 | 2:00:16 | |
In the last night's storm I such a fellow saw, | 2:00:16 | 2:00:19 | |
who made me think a man a worm. | 2:00:19 | 2:00:21 | |
My son came then into my mind, and yet my mind | 2:00:23 | 2:00:26 | |
Was then scarce friends with him. | 2:00:26 | 2:00:29 | |
I have heard more since. | 2:00:29 | 2:00:30 | |
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods, | 2:00:31 | 2:00:35 | |
they kill us for their sport. | 2:00:35 | 2:00:37 | |
Bless thee, master. | 2:00:38 | 2:00:39 | |
Is that the naked fellow? | 2:00:41 | 2:00:44 | |
Ay, my lord. | 2:00:44 | 2:00:45 | |
Then prithee get thee gone. If for my sake | 2:00:45 | 2:00:48 | |
Thou wilt o'ertake us hence a mile or twain | 2:00:48 | 2:00:51 | |
In the way to Dover, do it for ancient love, | 2:00:51 | 2:00:54 | |
And bring some covering for this naked soul, | 2:00:54 | 2:00:57 | |
Which I'll entreat to lead me. | 2:00:57 | 2:00:58 | |
Alack, sir, he is mad. | 2:00:58 | 2:01:01 | |
HE LAUGHS | 2:01:01 | 2:01:03 | |
'Tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind. | 2:01:03 | 2:01:07 | |
Do as I bid thee, or rather do thy pleasure. Above the rest, be gone. | 2:01:07 | 2:01:12 | |
I'll bring him the best 'pparel that I have, | 2:01:12 | 2:01:15 | |
Come on't what will. | 2:01:15 | 2:01:16 | |
Sirrah, naked fellow. | 2:01:19 | 2:01:21 | |
Poor Tom's a-cold. | 2:01:23 | 2:01:24 | |
Come hither, fellow. | 2:01:26 | 2:01:28 | |
Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. | 2:01:28 | 2:01:30 | |
Knowest thou the way to Dover? | 2:01:32 | 2:01:34 | |
Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. | 2:01:34 | 2:01:37 | |
Poor Tom hath been scared out of his good wits. | 2:01:37 | 2:01:40 | |
Bless thee, goodman's son, from the foul fiend. | 2:01:40 | 2:01:43 | |
Here, take this purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues | 2:01:43 | 2:01:48 | |
Have humbled to all strokes. That I am wretched | 2:01:48 | 2:01:52 | |
Makes thee the happier. | 2:01:52 | 2:01:54 | |
Heavens deal so still! | 2:01:54 | 2:01:56 | |
Let the superfluous and lust-dieted man | 2:01:56 | 2:01:58 | |
That slaves your ordinance, that will not see | 2:01:58 | 2:02:01 | |
Because he doth not feel, feel your power quickly, | 2:02:01 | 2:02:05 | |
So distribution should undo excess and each man have enough. | 2:02:05 | 2:02:09 | |
Dost thou know Dover? | 2:02:11 | 2:02:12 | |
Ay, master. | 2:02:14 | 2:02:16 | |
There is a cliff whose high and bending head | 2:02:16 | 2:02:19 | |
Looks fearfully in the confined deep. | 2:02:19 | 2:02:21 | |
Bring me but to the very brim of it, | 2:02:21 | 2:02:24 | |
And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear | 2:02:24 | 2:02:26 | |
With something rich about me. | 2:02:26 | 2:02:28 | |
From that place I shall no leading need. | 2:02:29 | 2:02:31 | |
Give me thy arm. | 2:02:31 | 2:02:33 | |
Poor Tom shall lead thee. | 2:02:35 | 2:02:37 | |
Welcome, my lord. | 2:02:42 | 2:02:45 | |
I marvel our mild husband Not met us on the way. | 2:02:45 | 2:02:48 | |
Now, where's your master? | 2:02:48 | 2:02:50 | |
Madam, within, but never man so changed. | 2:02:50 | 2:02:53 | |
I told him of the army that was landed. | 2:02:53 | 2:02:56 | |
He smiled at it. | 2:02:56 | 2:02:58 | |
I told him you were coming - His answer was "The worse." | 2:02:59 | 2:03:03 | |
Of Gloucester's treachery | 2:03:03 | 2:03:06 | |
And of the loyal service of his son, | 2:03:06 | 2:03:09 | |
When I informed him, then he called me sot, | 2:03:09 | 2:03:12 | |
And told me I had turned the wrong side out. | 2:03:12 | 2:03:15 | |
What most he should dislike seems pleasant to him, | 2:03:15 | 2:03:18 | |
What like, offensive. | 2:03:18 | 2:03:20 | |
Then shall you go no further. | 2:03:20 | 2:03:22 | |
It is the cowish terror of his spirit | 2:03:22 | 2:03:24 | |
That dares not undertake. | 2:03:24 | 2:03:26 | |
He'll not feel wrongs Which tie him to an answer. | 2:03:26 | 2:03:30 | |
Back, Edmund, to my brother. | 2:03:30 | 2:03:32 | |
Hasten his musters and conduct his powers. | 2:03:32 | 2:03:35 | |
I must change names at home and give the distaff | 2:03:35 | 2:03:38 | |
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant | 2:03:38 | 2:03:43 | |
Shall pass between us. | 2:03:43 | 2:03:45 | |
Ere long you are like to hear - | 2:03:47 | 2:03:50 | |
If you dare venture in your own behalf - | 2:03:50 | 2:03:54 | |
A mistress's command. | 2:03:54 | 2:03:56 | |
Wear this. Spare speech. | 2:03:59 | 2:04:01 | |
This kiss, if it durst speak, | 2:04:04 | 2:04:08 | |
Would stretch your spirit up into the air. | 2:04:08 | 2:04:11 | |
Conceive, and fare thee well. | 2:04:14 | 2:04:16 | |
Yours in the ranks of death. | 2:04:28 | 2:04:31 | |
Mm! Hmm! | 2:04:34 | 2:04:35 | |
My most dear Gloucester. | 2:04:38 | 2:04:41 | |
O, the difference of man and man! | 2:04:43 | 2:04:46 | |
To thee a woman's services are due. | 2:04:48 | 2:04:51 | |
-A fool usurps my bed. -Madam, here comes my lord. | 2:04:51 | 2:04:54 | |
I have been worth the whistling. | 2:04:56 | 2:04:58 | |
O Goneril, you are not worth the dust | 2:04:58 | 2:05:02 | |
Which the rude wind blows in your face. | 2:05:02 | 2:05:05 | |
I fear your disposition. | 2:05:05 | 2:05:08 | |
That nature which contemns its origin | 2:05:08 | 2:05:11 | |
Cannot be bordered certain in itself. | 2:05:11 | 2:05:14 | |
She that herself will sliver and disbranch | 2:05:14 | 2:05:17 | |
From her material sap Perforce must wither, | 2:05:17 | 2:05:20 | |
And come to deadly use. | 2:05:20 | 2:05:22 | |
No more, the text is foolish. | 2:05:22 | 2:05:24 | |
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile, | 2:05:25 | 2:05:29 | |
Filths savour but themselves. | 2:05:29 | 2:05:32 | |
What have you done? | 2:05:32 | 2:05:34 | |
Tigers, not daughters, what have you performed? | 2:05:35 | 2:05:39 | |
Could Cornwall suffer you to do it? | 2:05:39 | 2:05:41 | |
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits | 2:05:44 | 2:05:46 | |
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences, it will come. | 2:05:46 | 2:05:52 | |
Humanity must perforce prey on itself, | 2:05:54 | 2:05:57 | |
Like monsters of the deep. | 2:05:57 | 2:05:59 | |
Milk-livered man, That bear'st a cheek for blows, | 2:05:59 | 2:06:03 | |
a head for wrongs, | 2:06:03 | 2:06:04 | |
That hast not in thy brows an eye discerning | 2:06:04 | 2:06:08 | |
Thine honour from thy suffering. | 2:06:08 | 2:06:10 | |
Where's thy drum?! | 2:06:10 | 2:06:12 | |
France spreads his banners in our noiseless land. | 2:06:12 | 2:06:16 | |
With plumed helm thy state begins to threats, | 2:06:16 | 2:06:20 | |
Whilst thou, a moral fool, sits still and cries, | 2:06:20 | 2:06:23 | |
-"Alack, why does he so?! -See thyself, devil! | 2:06:23 | 2:06:27 | |
Proper deformity shows not in the fiend | 2:06:27 | 2:06:30 | |
So horrid as in woman. | 2:06:30 | 2:06:32 | |
-O vain fool! -Thou changed and self-covered thing, | 2:06:32 | 2:06:35 | |
for shame be-monster not thy feature. | 2:06:35 | 2:06:39 | |
Were't my fitness to let these hands obey my blood, | 2:06:39 | 2:06:42 | |
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear thy flesh and bones. | 2:06:42 | 2:06:46 | |
Howe'er thou art a fiend, a woman's shape doth shield thee. | 2:06:46 | 2:06:51 | |
Marry, thy manhood, mew! | 2:06:51 | 2:06:54 | |
-What news? -O, my good lord, The Duke of Cornwall's dead, | 2:06:54 | 2:06:59 | |
Slain by his servant, going to put out | 2:06:59 | 2:07:01 | |
The other eye of Gloucester. | 2:07:01 | 2:07:02 | |
Gloucester's eyes? | 2:07:02 | 2:07:04 | |
A servant that he bred, thrilled with remorse, | 2:07:04 | 2:07:06 | |
Opposed against the act, bending his sword | 2:07:06 | 2:07:09 | |
To his great master, who, thereat enraged, | 2:07:09 | 2:07:11 | |
Flew on him and amongst them felled him dead. | 2:07:11 | 2:07:14 | |
But not without that harmful stroke which since | 2:07:14 | 2:07:17 | |
Hath plucked him after. | 2:07:17 | 2:07:18 | |
This shows you are above, | 2:07:18 | 2:07:20 | |
You justicers, that these our nether crimes | 2:07:20 | 2:07:23 | |
So speedily can venge. | 2:07:23 | 2:07:25 | |
But, O, poor Gloucester, Lost he his other eye? | 2:07:25 | 2:07:28 | |
Both, both, my lord. | 2:07:28 | 2:07:30 | |
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer. 'Tis from your sister. | 2:07:30 | 2:07:34 | |
I'll read and answer. | 2:07:34 | 2:07:36 | |
Where was his son when they did take his eyes? | 2:07:40 | 2:07:43 | |
Come with my lady hither. | 2:07:43 | 2:07:44 | |
-He is not here. -No, my good lord, I met him back again. | 2:07:44 | 2:07:48 | |
Knows he the wickedness? | 2:07:48 | 2:07:50 | |
Ay, my good lord, 'twas he informed against him | 2:07:50 | 2:07:53 | |
And quit the house on purpose that their punishment | 2:07:53 | 2:07:56 | |
Might have the freer course. | 2:07:56 | 2:07:57 | |
Gloucester, I live to thank thee for the love thou showd'st the King | 2:07:57 | 2:08:01 | |
And to revenge thine eyes. | 2:08:01 | 2:08:04 | |
Come hither, friend, tell me what more thou know'st. | 2:08:04 | 2:08:08 | |
Alack, 'tis he. | 2:08:12 | 2:08:14 | |
Why, he was met even now As mad as the vexed sea, | 2:08:14 | 2:08:18 | |
singing aloud, | 2:08:18 | 2:08:20 | |
Crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, | 2:08:20 | 2:08:23 | |
With burdock, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, | 2:08:23 | 2:08:26 | |
Darnel and all the idle weeds that grow | 2:08:26 | 2:08:29 | |
In our sustaining corn. | 2:08:29 | 2:08:30 | |
A century send forth. Search every acre in the high-grown field | 2:08:30 | 2:08:34 | |
And bring him to our eye. | 2:08:34 | 2:08:36 | |
What can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense? | 2:08:37 | 2:08:41 | |
He that helps him take all my outward worth. | 2:08:41 | 2:08:44 | |
There are means, madam. | 2:08:44 | 2:08:47 | |
The foster nurse of nature is repose, | 2:08:47 | 2:08:49 | |
The which he lacks, that to provoke in him | 2:08:49 | 2:08:52 | |
Are many simples operative, whose power | 2:08:52 | 2:08:55 | |
Will close the eye of anguish. | 2:08:55 | 2:08:57 | |
All blest secrets. | 2:08:57 | 2:08:59 | |
All you unpublished virtues of the earth, | 2:08:59 | 2:09:02 | |
Spring with my tears. | 2:09:02 | 2:09:04 | |
Be aidant and remediate In the good man's distress. | 2:09:04 | 2:09:07 | |
Seek, seek for him, Lest his ungoverned rage | 2:09:08 | 2:09:12 | |
dissolve the life That wants the means to lead it. | 2:09:12 | 2:09:15 | |
News, madam - the British powers are marching hitherward. | 2:09:15 | 2:09:17 | |
'Tis known before. Our preparation stands | 2:09:17 | 2:09:20 | |
In expectation of them. | 2:09:20 | 2:09:22 | |
O dear father, It is thy business that I go about. | 2:09:22 | 2:09:26 | |
No blown ambition doth our arms incite, | 2:09:26 | 2:09:29 | |
But love, dear love, and our aged father's right. | 2:09:29 | 2:09:34 | |
Soon may I hear and see him. | 2:09:34 | 2:09:36 | |
But are my brother's powers set forth? | 2:09:38 | 2:09:40 | |
-Ay, madam. -Himself in person there? | 2:09:40 | 2:09:43 | |
Madam, with much ado. Your sister is the better soldier. | 2:09:43 | 2:09:46 | |
Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home? | 2:09:46 | 2:09:50 | |
-No, madam. -What might import my sister's letters to him? | 2:09:50 | 2:09:53 | |
I know not, lady. | 2:09:53 | 2:09:54 | |
Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter. | 2:09:54 | 2:09:57 | |
It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out, | 2:09:57 | 2:10:01 | |
To let him live. Where he arrives he moves | 2:10:01 | 2:10:04 | |
All hearts against us. | 2:10:04 | 2:10:06 | |
Edmund, I think, is gone, in pity of his misery to dispatch | 2:10:06 | 2:10:10 | |
His nighted life. Moreover, to descry | 2:10:10 | 2:10:13 | |
The strength of the enemy. | 2:10:13 | 2:10:14 | |
I must needs after him, madam, with my letter. | 2:10:14 | 2:10:17 | |
Stay with us. The ways are dangerous. | 2:10:17 | 2:10:20 | |
I may not, madam. My lady charged my duty in this business. | 2:10:20 | 2:10:26 | |
Why might she write to Edmund? | 2:10:26 | 2:10:28 | |
Might not you transport her purposes by word? | 2:10:28 | 2:10:32 | |
Belike - some things, I know not what... | 2:10:32 | 2:10:35 | |
..I'll love thee much. | 2:10:36 | 2:10:38 | |
-Let me unseal the letter. -Madam, I had rather... | 2:10:40 | 2:10:43 | |
I know your lady does not love her husband, I am sure of that. | 2:10:43 | 2:10:47 | |
And at her late being here She gave strange glances | 2:10:47 | 2:10:51 | |
and most speaking looks To noble Edmund. | 2:10:51 | 2:10:53 | |
I know you are of her bosom. | 2:10:53 | 2:10:55 | |
-I, madam? -I speak in understanding, you are, I know it. | 2:10:55 | 2:11:00 | |
Therefore I do advise you take this note. | 2:11:00 | 2:11:03 | |
My lord is dead. | 2:11:03 | 2:11:05 | |
Edmund and I have talked, | 2:11:06 | 2:11:10 | |
and more convenient is he for my hand | 2:11:10 | 2:11:12 | |
Than for your lady's. | 2:11:12 | 2:11:13 | |
You may gather more. | 2:11:13 | 2:11:15 | |
If you do find him, pray you give him this. | 2:11:15 | 2:11:18 | |
And when your mistress hears thus much from you, | 2:11:18 | 2:11:21 | |
I pray desire her call her wisdom to her. | 2:11:21 | 2:11:24 | |
So fare you well. | 2:11:26 | 2:11:27 | |
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor, | 2:11:30 | 2:11:33 | |
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off. | 2:11:33 | 2:11:37 | |
Would I could meet him, madam, I should show | 2:11:37 | 2:11:39 | |
What party I do follow. | 2:11:39 | 2:11:41 | |
Fare thee well. | 2:11:41 | 2:11:42 | |
When... When shall I come to the top of that same hill? | 2:11:50 | 2:11:53 | |
You do climb up it now. Look how we labour. | 2:11:53 | 2:11:56 | |
-Methinks the ground is even. -Horrible steep. | 2:11:57 | 2:11:59 | |
Hark, do you hear the sea? | 2:11:59 | 2:12:02 | |
No, truly. | 2:12:02 | 2:12:04 | |
Why then, your other senses grow imperfect | 2:12:04 | 2:12:06 | |
By your eyes' anguish. | 2:12:06 | 2:12:08 | |
So might it be indeed. | 2:12:08 | 2:12:09 | |
Methinkest thy voice is altered and thou speak'st | 2:12:09 | 2:12:13 | |
In better phrase and matter than thou didst. | 2:12:13 | 2:12:16 | |
You're much deceived - in nothing am I changed | 2:12:16 | 2:12:19 | |
But in my garments. | 2:12:19 | 2:12:21 | |
-Methinks you're better spoken. -Come on, sir. | 2:12:21 | 2:12:23 | |
Here's the place. | 2:12:29 | 2:12:31 | |
Stand still. | 2:12:31 | 2:12:32 | |
How fearful and dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low. | 2:12:33 | 2:12:38 | |
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air | 2:12:39 | 2:12:42 | |
Show scarce so gross as beetles. Half-way down | 2:12:42 | 2:12:45 | |
Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade. | 2:12:45 | 2:12:49 | |
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head. | 2:12:49 | 2:12:52 | |
The fishermen that walk upon the beach | 2:12:53 | 2:12:56 | |
Appear like mice, | 2:12:56 | 2:12:58 | |
and yon tall anchoring barque Diminished to her cock, | 2:12:58 | 2:13:02 | |
her cock a buoy Almost too small for sight. | 2:13:02 | 2:13:05 | |
The murmuring surge | 2:13:06 | 2:13:08 | |
That on th'unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, | 2:13:08 | 2:13:12 | |
Cannot be heard so high. | 2:13:12 | 2:13:13 | |
I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn | 2:13:14 | 2:13:17 | |
and the deficient sight Topple down headlong. | 2:13:17 | 2:13:20 | |
Set me where you stand. | 2:13:20 | 2:13:22 | |
Give me your hand. | 2:13:23 | 2:13:24 | |
You are now within a foot Of the extreme verge. | 2:13:29 | 2:13:33 | |
For all beneath the moon Would I not leap upright. | 2:13:33 | 2:13:36 | |
Let go of my hand. | 2:13:36 | 2:13:37 | |
Here, friend, is another purse. | 2:13:39 | 2:13:41 | |
In it a jewel Well worth a poor man's taking. | 2:13:42 | 2:13:45 | |
Fairies and gods prosper it with thee. | 2:13:45 | 2:13:48 | |
Go thou farther off. | 2:13:49 | 2:13:50 | |
Bid me farewell and let me hear thee going. | 2:13:51 | 2:13:54 | |
Now fare ye well, good sir. | 2:13:55 | 2:13:57 | |
With all my heart. | 2:13:57 | 2:13:58 | |
O ye gods, | 2:14:00 | 2:14:02 | |
This world I do renounce and in your sights | 2:14:02 | 2:14:05 | |
Shake patiently my great affliction off. | 2:14:05 | 2:14:08 | |
If I could bear it longer and not fall | 2:14:10 | 2:14:12 | |
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills, | 2:14:12 | 2:14:15 | |
My snuff and loathsome part of nature | 2:14:15 | 2:14:18 | |
Would burn itself out. | 2:14:18 | 2:14:20 | |
If Edgar live... | 2:14:21 | 2:14:23 | |
..O, bless him! | 2:14:25 | 2:14:26 | |
Now, fellow... | 2:14:27 | 2:14:29 | |
..fare thee well! | 2:14:31 | 2:14:32 | |
Gone, sir. | 2:14:32 | 2:14:33 | |
Alive or dead? | 2:14:54 | 2:14:56 | |
Ho, you sir! | 2:14:57 | 2:14:59 | |
Friend, hear you, sir? | 2:15:01 | 2:15:05 | |
Speak! | 2:15:06 | 2:15:07 | |
What are you, sir? | 2:15:09 | 2:15:10 | |
Away and let me die. | 2:15:10 | 2:15:12 | |
Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air, | 2:15:12 | 2:15:16 | |
So many fathom down precipitating, | 2:15:16 | 2:15:19 | |
Thou'dst shivered like an egg. | 2:15:19 | 2:15:21 | |
But thou dost breathe, | 2:15:21 | 2:15:23 | |
Hast heavy substance, | 2:15:23 | 2:15:26 | |
bleed'st not, speak'st, art sound. | 2:15:26 | 2:15:29 | |
Ten masts at each make not the altitude | 2:15:29 | 2:15:32 | |
Which thou hast perpendicularly fell. | 2:15:32 | 2:15:34 | |
Thy life's a miracle. | 2:15:35 | 2:15:37 | |
Speak yet again. | 2:15:38 | 2:15:39 | |
But have I fallen, or no? | 2:15:39 | 2:15:41 | |
From the dread summit of this chalky bourn. | 2:15:41 | 2:15:44 | |
Look up a-height - the shrill-gorged lark so far | 2:15:44 | 2:15:48 | |
Cannot be seen or heard. | 2:15:48 | 2:15:50 | |
Do but look up. | 2:15:50 | 2:15:52 | |
Alack, I have no eyes! | 2:15:52 | 2:15:55 | |
Is wretchedness deprived that benefit | 2:15:56 | 2:15:59 | |
To end itself by death? | 2:15:59 | 2:16:00 | |
'Twas yet some comfort | 2:16:01 | 2:16:03 | |
When misery could beguile the tyrant's rage | 2:16:03 | 2:16:06 | |
And frustrate his proud will. | 2:16:06 | 2:16:09 | |
Give me your arm. | 2:16:09 | 2:16:10 | |
Up. | 2:16:10 | 2:16:12 | |
So. | 2:16:14 | 2:16:16 | |
How is't? | 2:16:22 | 2:16:24 | |
Feel you your legs? | 2:16:24 | 2:16:25 | |
You stand. | 2:16:25 | 2:16:27 | |
Too well, too well. | 2:16:27 | 2:16:29 | |
This is above all strangeness. | 2:16:29 | 2:16:31 | |
Upon the crown o'the cliff what thing was that | 2:16:33 | 2:16:35 | |
Which parted from you? | 2:16:35 | 2:16:37 | |
A poor unfortunate beggar. | 2:16:37 | 2:16:38 | |
As I stood here below | 2:16:38 | 2:16:40 | |
methought his eyes Were two full moons. | 2:16:40 | 2:16:44 | |
He had a thousand noses, | 2:16:44 | 2:16:47 | |
Horns whelked and waved like the enraged sea. | 2:16:47 | 2:16:51 | |
It was some fiend. | 2:16:52 | 2:16:54 | |
Therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest gods, | 2:16:55 | 2:17:00 | |
who make them honours Of men's impossibilities, | 2:17:00 | 2:17:02 | |
have preserved thee. | 2:17:02 | 2:17:04 | |
I do remember now. | 2:17:06 | 2:17:07 | |
Henceforth I'll bear affliction Till it do cry out itself, | 2:17:08 | 2:17:13 | |
"Enough, enough," and die. | 2:17:13 | 2:17:16 | |
That thing you speak of, I took it for a man. | 2:17:16 | 2:17:21 | |
Oft 'twould say, "The fiend, the fiend." | 2:17:21 | 2:17:24 | |
He led me to that place. | 2:17:25 | 2:17:26 | |
Bear free and patient thoughts. | 2:17:28 | 2:17:31 | |
No! | 2:17:31 | 2:17:33 | |
They cannot touch me for coining. | 2:17:38 | 2:17:41 | |
I am the King himself. | 2:17:41 | 2:17:42 | |
O thou side-piercing sight! | 2:17:42 | 2:17:45 | |
Nature's above art in that respect. | 2:17:46 | 2:17:49 | |
There's your press-money. | 2:17:51 | 2:17:53 | |
That fellow handles his bow like a crow-keeper. | 2:17:57 | 2:18:01 | |
Draw me a clothier's yard. | 2:18:01 | 2:18:03 | |
Look, look, a mouse! Peace, peace. | 2:18:05 | 2:18:09 | |
This piece of toasted cheese will do it. | 2:18:10 | 2:18:13 | |
There. | 2:18:15 | 2:18:16 | |
There's my gauntlet, I'll prove it on a giant. | 2:18:22 | 2:18:25 | |
Bring up the brown bills. | 2:18:27 | 2:18:29 | |
O, well flown, bird, | 2:18:29 | 2:18:32 | |
in the clout, | 2:18:32 | 2:18:34 | |
in the clout! | 2:18:34 | 2:18:35 | |
Psst! Bzzz! | 2:18:35 | 2:18:37 | |
MAKES BUZZING NOISES | 2:18:37 | 2:18:40 | |
Give the word. | 2:18:44 | 2:18:45 | |
Sweet marjoram. | 2:18:45 | 2:18:47 | |
Pass. | 2:18:47 | 2:18:48 | |
I know that voice. | 2:18:48 | 2:18:50 | |
Ha! Goneril with a white beard? | 2:18:50 | 2:18:54 | |
They flattered me like a dog and told me | 2:18:55 | 2:18:58 | |
I had the white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there | 2:18:58 | 2:19:03 | |
to say "ay" and "no" to everything I said "ay" and "no" to | 2:19:03 | 2:19:09 | |
was no good divinity. | 2:19:09 | 2:19:10 | |
When the rain came to wet me once and the wind to make me chatter, | 2:19:12 | 2:19:18 | |
when the thunder would not peace at my bidding, | 2:19:18 | 2:19:21 | |
there I found 'em, there I smelt 'em out. | 2:19:21 | 2:19:24 | |
Go to, you are not men of your words. | 2:19:24 | 2:19:27 | |
They told me I was everything. | 2:19:28 | 2:19:30 | |
'Tis a lie, I am not ague-proof. | 2:19:30 | 2:19:34 | |
The trick of that voice I do well remember - is't not the King? | 2:19:34 | 2:19:38 | |
Ay, every inch a king. | 2:19:38 | 2:19:40 | |
When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. | 2:19:40 | 2:19:45 | |
I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? | 2:19:45 | 2:19:49 | |
Adultery? Thou shalt not die - | 2:19:49 | 2:19:52 | |
die for adultery? No! | 2:19:52 | 2:19:55 | |
The wren goes to it, and the small gilded fly | 2:19:55 | 2:19:58 | |
Does lecher in my sight. | 2:19:58 | 2:20:01 | |
Let copulation thrive. | 2:20:01 | 2:20:04 | |
For Gloucester's bastard son | 2:20:06 | 2:20:08 | |
Was kinder to his father than were my daughters | 2:20:08 | 2:20:11 | |
Got 'tween the lawful sheets. | 2:20:11 | 2:20:13 | |
To it, luxury, pell-mell! | 2:20:13 | 2:20:17 | |
For I lack soldiers. | 2:20:17 | 2:20:19 | |
Behold yond simp'ring dame, | 2:20:20 | 2:20:23 | |
Whose face between her forks presages snow, | 2:20:23 | 2:20:27 | |
That minces virtue and does shake the head | 2:20:27 | 2:20:30 | |
To hear of pleasure's name - | 2:20:30 | 2:20:32 | |
The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to it | 2:20:32 | 2:20:35 | |
With a more riotous appetite. | 2:20:35 | 2:20:38 | |
Down from the waist they are centaurs, | 2:20:38 | 2:20:41 | |
Though women all above. | 2:20:41 | 2:20:43 | |
But to the girdle do the gods inherit, | 2:20:43 | 2:20:46 | |
Beneath it's all the fiends' - | 2:20:46 | 2:20:49 | |
there's hell, there's darkness, | 2:20:49 | 2:20:52 | |
There's the sulphurous pit - | 2:20:52 | 2:20:55 | |
burning, scalding, | 2:20:55 | 2:20:58 | |
Stench, consumption! | 2:20:58 | 2:21:00 | |
Fie, fie, fie! Pah, pah! | 2:21:02 | 2:21:05 | |
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, | 2:21:07 | 2:21:10 | |
To sweeten my imagination. | 2:21:10 | 2:21:13 | |
-There's money for thee. -O, let me kiss that hand! | 2:21:13 | 2:21:16 | |
Let me wipe it first - it smells of mortality. | 2:21:16 | 2:21:20 | |
O ruined piece of nature, that this great world | 2:21:20 | 2:21:22 | |
Shall so wear out to naught. Dost thou know me? | 2:21:22 | 2:21:25 | |
I remember thine eyes well enough. | 2:21:26 | 2:21:28 | |
Dost thou squiny at me? | 2:21:29 | 2:21:32 | |
No, do thy worst, blind Cupid, I'll not love. | 2:21:32 | 2:21:36 | |
Read thou this challenge, mark but the penning of it. | 2:21:38 | 2:21:43 | |
Were all the letters suns, I could not see one. | 2:21:43 | 2:21:46 | |
-Read. -What? With the case of eyes? | 2:21:46 | 2:21:48 | |
Oh-ho, are you there with me? | 2:21:48 | 2:21:50 | |
No eyes in your head, nor no money in your purse? | 2:21:50 | 2:21:53 | |
Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light, | 2:21:53 | 2:21:56 | |
yet you see how this world goes. | 2:21:56 | 2:21:59 | |
-I see it feelingly. -What, art mad? | 2:21:59 | 2:22:02 | |
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. | 2:22:02 | 2:22:05 | |
Look with thine ears. | 2:22:05 | 2:22:07 | |
See how yon justice rails upon yon simple thief. | 2:22:07 | 2:22:12 | |
Hark in thine ear - change places and handy-dandy, | 2:22:12 | 2:22:16 | |
which is the justice, which is the thief? | 2:22:16 | 2:22:19 | |
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? | 2:22:19 | 2:22:23 | |
Ay, sir. | 2:22:23 | 2:22:24 | |
And the creature run from the cur - there thou mightst behold | 2:22:24 | 2:22:28 | |
The great image of authority - | 2:22:28 | 2:22:31 | |
A dog is obeyed in office. | 2:22:31 | 2:22:34 | |
Thou, rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand. | 2:22:34 | 2:22:38 | |
Why dost thou lash that whore? | 2:22:38 | 2:22:41 | |
Thou hotly lusts to use her in that kind | 2:22:41 | 2:22:44 | |
For which thou whipp'st her. | 2:22:44 | 2:22:46 | |
The usurer hangs the cozener. | 2:22:51 | 2:22:55 | |
Through tattered clothes great vices do appear - | 2:22:56 | 2:23:01 | |
Robes and furred gowns hide all. | 2:23:01 | 2:23:05 | |
Plate sin with gold, | 2:23:05 | 2:23:07 | |
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks. | 2:23:07 | 2:23:11 | |
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it. | 2:23:11 | 2:23:15 | |
None does offend, none, I say none. I'll able 'em - | 2:23:15 | 2:23:18 | |
Take that of me, my friend, who has the power | 2:23:18 | 2:23:22 | |
To seal the accuser's lips. | 2:23:22 | 2:23:24 | |
Get thee glass eyes, | 2:23:24 | 2:23:26 | |
And like a scurvy politician seem To see the things thou dost not. | 2:23:26 | 2:23:32 | |
Now, now, now, now. | 2:23:32 | 2:23:34 | |
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes. | 2:23:35 | 2:23:39 | |
I know thee well enough. | 2:23:39 | 2:23:42 | |
Thy name is Gloucester. | 2:23:43 | 2:23:45 | |
Thou must be patient. | 2:23:47 | 2:23:48 | |
We came crying hither. | 2:23:48 | 2:23:50 | |
Thou know'st that when we are born, the first time we smell the air, | 2:23:51 | 2:23:55 | |
We wawl and cry. | 2:23:55 | 2:23:57 | |
-I will preach to thee. Mark me. -Alack, alack the day! | 2:23:58 | 2:24:01 | |
When we are born, we cry that we have come | 2:24:01 | 2:24:06 | |
To this great stage of fools. | 2:24:06 | 2:24:08 | |
Ah! | 2:24:09 | 2:24:10 | |
This a good block. | 2:24:10 | 2:24:12 | |
It were a delicate stratagem, to shoe | 2:24:12 | 2:24:15 | |
A troop of horse with felt. | 2:24:15 | 2:24:16 | |
When I have stolen upon these son-in-laws, | 2:24:16 | 2:24:19 | |
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! | 2:24:19 | 2:24:23 | |
O, here he is. Lay hand upon him. | 2:24:23 | 2:24:24 | |
Sir, your most dear daughter... | 2:24:26 | 2:24:27 | |
No rescue? | 2:24:27 | 2:24:28 | |
What, a prisoner? | 2:24:30 | 2:24:31 | |
I am even a natural fool of fortune. | 2:24:32 | 2:24:34 | |
Use me well, | 2:24:34 | 2:24:36 | |
you shall have ransom. | 2:24:36 | 2:24:38 | |
Let me have surgeons. | 2:24:39 | 2:24:40 | |
I am cut to the brains. | 2:24:40 | 2:24:42 | |
-You shall have anything. -Good sir. | 2:24:42 | 2:24:44 | |
I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom. | 2:24:46 | 2:24:51 | |
I will be jovial. | 2:24:51 | 2:24:52 | |
Ha-ha-ha. | 2:24:52 | 2:24:54 | |
Come, come, I am a king, my masters, know you that? | 2:24:56 | 2:25:01 | |
-You are a royal one and we obey you. -Ah! | 2:25:01 | 2:25:04 | |
Then, there's life in't. | 2:25:05 | 2:25:07 | |
Come and you shall get it. | 2:25:07 | 2:25:08 | |
And you shall get it by... | 2:25:12 | 2:25:14 | |
..running. | 2:25:15 | 2:25:16 | |
Sa, sa, sa, sa, sa, sa! | 2:25:16 | 2:25:18 | |
Hail, gentle sir! | 2:25:19 | 2:25:22 | |
Sir, speed you. What's your will? | 2:25:22 | 2:25:23 | |
Do you hear aught, Sir, of a battle toward? | 2:25:23 | 2:25:25 | |
Most sure and vulgar. Everyone hears that | 2:25:25 | 2:25:27 | |
Which can distinguish sound. | 2:25:27 | 2:25:28 | |
But, by your favour, how near's the other army? | 2:25:28 | 2:25:30 | |
Near and on speedy foot. The main descry | 2:25:30 | 2:25:33 | |
Stands on the hourly thought. | 2:25:33 | 2:25:35 | |
I thank you, sir. That's all. | 2:25:35 | 2:25:36 | |
You ever gentle gods, take my breath from me. | 2:25:36 | 2:25:40 | |
Let not my worser spirit tempt me again | 2:25:40 | 2:25:42 | |
To die before you please. | 2:25:42 | 2:25:44 | |
Well pray you, father. | 2:25:44 | 2:25:46 | |
Now, good sir... | 2:25:46 | 2:25:47 | |
..what are you? | 2:25:49 | 2:25:51 | |
A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows, | 2:25:53 | 2:25:57 | |
Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows, | 2:25:57 | 2:26:00 | |
Am pregnant to good pity. | 2:26:00 | 2:26:02 | |
Give me your hand. | 2:26:03 | 2:26:06 | |
-I'll lead you to some biding. -Hearty thanks. | 2:26:06 | 2:26:08 | |
The bounty and the benison of heaven | 2:26:08 | 2:26:11 | |
To boot. | 2:26:11 | 2:26:13 | |
Ho-ho-ho-ho! | 2:26:13 | 2:26:16 | |
A proclaimed prize! | 2:26:16 | 2:26:18 | |
Ha-ha-ha! | 2:26:18 | 2:26:20 | |
Most happy. | 2:26:20 | 2:26:21 | |
That eyeless head of thine was first framed flesh | 2:26:24 | 2:26:29 | |
To raise my fortunes. | 2:26:29 | 2:26:33 | |
Thou old, unhappy...traitor! | 2:26:33 | 2:26:36 | |
Briefly thyself remember. | 2:26:39 | 2:26:40 | |
The sword is out That must destroy thee. | 2:26:40 | 2:26:43 | |
Now let thy friendly hand Put strength enough to it. | 2:26:43 | 2:26:45 | |
Wherefore...bold peasant? | 2:26:45 | 2:26:49 | |
Dar'st thou support a published traitor?! | 2:26:51 | 2:26:53 | |
Hence! | 2:26:55 | 2:26:56 | |
Lest that the infection of his fortune take like hold on thee. | 2:26:57 | 2:27:02 | |
Hmm? | 2:27:05 | 2:27:06 | |
-Let go his arm. -'Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'cagion. | 2:27:06 | 2:27:09 | |
Let go, slave, or thou diest. | 2:27:09 | 2:27:13 | |
Good gentleman, go your gait and let poor folk pass. | 2:27:13 | 2:27:17 | |
Out, dunghill! | 2:27:17 | 2:27:19 | |
THEY SHOUT | 2:27:19 | 2:27:22 | |
Slave, thou hast slain me! | 2:27:22 | 2:27:24 | |
Villain, take my purse. | 2:27:26 | 2:27:29 | |
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body | 2:27:29 | 2:27:32 | |
And give the letters which thou find'st about me to Edmund, | 2:27:32 | 2:27:35 | |
Earl of Gloucester. | 2:27:35 | 2:27:36 | |
Seek him out upon the English...party. | 2:27:36 | 2:27:40 | |
I know thee well. | 2:27:43 | 2:27:45 | |
A serviceable villain, | 2:27:45 | 2:27:46 | |
As duteous to the vices of thy mistress | 2:27:46 | 2:27:49 | |
As badness would desire. | 2:27:49 | 2:27:51 | |
What, is he dead? | 2:27:51 | 2:27:52 | |
Sit you down, father. Rest you. | 2:27:53 | 2:27:56 | |
Let's see these pockets. | 2:27:56 | 2:27:58 | |
The letters that he speaks of May be my friends. | 2:27:59 | 2:28:02 | |
"Let our reciprocal vows be remembered. | 2:28:05 | 2:28:07 | |
"You have many opportunities to cut him off. | 2:28:07 | 2:28:10 | |
"If your will want not, time and place will be fruitfully offered. | 2:28:10 | 2:28:16 | |
"There is nothing done if he return the conqueror, | 2:28:16 | 2:28:19 | |
"then am I the prisoner and his bed, my jail, | 2:28:19 | 2:28:21 | |
"from the loathed warmth whereof, deliver me | 2:28:21 | 2:28:25 | |
"and supply the place for your labour. | 2:28:25 | 2:28:28 | |
"Your wife, so I would say. | 2:28:28 | 2:28:29 | |
"Goneril." | 2:28:32 | 2:28:34 | |
Oh, the King is mad. | 2:28:35 | 2:28:37 | |
How stiff is my vile sense, | 2:28:39 | 2:28:41 | |
That I stand up and have ingenious feelings | 2:28:41 | 2:28:44 | |
Of my huge sorrows? | 2:28:44 | 2:28:46 | |
Better I were distract... | 2:28:48 | 2:28:49 | |
..So should my thoughts be severed from my griefs | 2:28:50 | 2:28:53 | |
And woes by wrong imaginations lose The knowledge of themselves. | 2:28:53 | 2:28:57 | |
Give me your hand. | 2:28:57 | 2:28:59 | |
Far off, methinks I hear the beaten drum. | 2:28:59 | 2:29:00 | |
Come, father, I'll bestow you with a friend. | 2:29:00 | 2:29:04 | |
DRUMBEAT | 2:29:04 | 2:29:07 | |
How does the King? | 2:29:20 | 2:29:22 | |
Madam, sleeps still. | 2:29:22 | 2:29:23 | |
O, you kind gods! Cure this great breach in his abused nature, | 2:29:23 | 2:29:28 | |
Th'untuned and jarring senses. | 2:29:28 | 2:29:30 | |
O, wind up, Of this child-changed father. | 2:29:30 | 2:29:32 | |
So please your majesty, | 2:29:32 | 2:29:33 | |
That we may wake the King? He hath slept long. | 2:29:33 | 2:29:36 | |
Be governed by your knowledge and proceed | 2:29:36 | 2:29:38 | |
In the sway of your own will. | 2:29:38 | 2:29:40 | |
In the heaviness of sleep, We put fresh garments on him. | 2:29:40 | 2:29:42 | |
Be by, good madam. When we do wake the king, | 2:29:42 | 2:29:45 | |
I doubt not his temperance. | 2:29:45 | 2:29:47 | |
Very well. | 2:29:47 | 2:29:49 | |
Please you, draw near. | 2:29:49 | 2:29:50 | |
O, my dear father, restoration hang | 2:29:58 | 2:30:00 | |
Thy medicine on my lips and let this kiss | 2:30:00 | 2:30:03 | |
Repair those violent harms that my two sisters | 2:30:03 | 2:30:05 | |
Have in thy reverence made. | 2:30:05 | 2:30:07 | |
Kind and dear princess. | 2:30:08 | 2:30:10 | |
Had you not been their father, these white flakes | 2:30:10 | 2:30:14 | |
Did challenge pity of them. Was this a face | 2:30:14 | 2:30:16 | |
To be opposed against the warring winds? | 2:30:16 | 2:30:19 | |
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder, | 2:30:19 | 2:30:22 | |
In the most terrible and nimble stroke | 2:30:22 | 2:30:24 | |
Of quick cross-lightning? | 2:30:24 | 2:30:26 | |
To watch, poor perdu, | 2:30:28 | 2:30:29 | |
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog, | 2:30:29 | 2:30:32 | |
Though he had bit me should have stood that night | 2:30:32 | 2:30:34 | |
Against my fire. And wast thou fain, poor father, | 2:30:34 | 2:30:39 | |
To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn, | 2:30:39 | 2:30:42 | |
In short and musty straw? | 2:30:42 | 2:30:44 | |
Alack, alack! | 2:30:44 | 2:30:45 | |
Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once | 2:30:45 | 2:30:48 | |
Had not concluded all. | 2:30:48 | 2:30:50 | |
He wakes. Speak to him. | 2:30:50 | 2:30:51 | |
Madam, do you. 'Tis fittest. | 2:30:51 | 2:30:53 | |
How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? | 2:30:57 | 2:31:01 | |
You do me wrong... to take me out of the grave. | 2:31:02 | 2:31:07 | |
Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound | 2:31:09 | 2:31:13 | |
Upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears | 2:31:13 | 2:31:16 | |
Do scald like molten lead. | 2:31:16 | 2:31:18 | |
Sir, do you know me? | 2:31:18 | 2:31:20 | |
You are a spirit, I know. | 2:31:21 | 2:31:23 | |
Where did you die? | 2:31:25 | 2:31:26 | |
Still, still far wide. | 2:31:26 | 2:31:29 | |
He's scarce awake. Let him alone awhile. | 2:31:29 | 2:31:31 | |
Where have I been? | 2:31:33 | 2:31:35 | |
Where am I? Fair daylight? | 2:31:37 | 2:31:41 | |
I am mightily abused. | 2:31:43 | 2:31:45 | |
I should ev'n die with pity | 2:31:46 | 2:31:50 | |
To see another thus. | 2:31:50 | 2:31:51 | |
I know not what to say. | 2:32:01 | 2:32:03 | |
I will not swear these are my hands - let's see. | 2:32:05 | 2:32:11 | |
I feel this pin prick. | 2:32:13 | 2:32:14 | |
Would I were assured | 2:32:16 | 2:32:17 | |
Of my condition. | 2:32:17 | 2:32:18 | |
O, look upon me, sir, | 2:32:18 | 2:32:20 | |
And hold your hands in benediction! | 2:32:20 | 2:32:21 | |
No, sir, you must not kneel. | 2:32:21 | 2:32:23 | |
Pray do not mock me. | 2:32:23 | 2:32:24 | |
I am a very foolish, fond old man, | 2:32:26 | 2:32:29 | |
Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less, | 2:32:29 | 2:32:34 | |
And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. | 2:32:34 | 2:32:38 | |
Methinks I should know you and know this man, | 2:32:40 | 2:32:45 | |
Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant of | 2:32:45 | 2:32:50 | |
What place this is and all the skill I have | 2:32:50 | 2:32:54 | |
Remembers not these garments. | 2:32:54 | 2:32:57 | |
Nor I know not | 2:32:57 | 2:32:59 | |
Where I did lodge last night. | 2:32:59 | 2:33:01 | |
Do not laugh at me, | 2:33:03 | 2:33:06 | |
For, as I am a man, I think this lady | 2:33:06 | 2:33:11 | |
To be my child Cordelia. | 2:33:11 | 2:33:14 | |
And so I am, I am. | 2:33:14 | 2:33:17 | |
Be your tears wet? | 2:33:21 | 2:33:22 | |
Yes, faith, I pray, weep not. | 2:33:24 | 2:33:30 | |
If you have poison for me, I will drink it. | 2:33:32 | 2:33:36 | |
I know you do not love me, for your sisters | 2:33:38 | 2:33:40 | |
Have, as I remember, done me wrong. | 2:33:40 | 2:33:44 | |
You have some cause, they have not. | 2:33:44 | 2:33:47 | |
No cause, no cause. | 2:33:47 | 2:33:49 | |
Am I in France? | 2:33:52 | 2:33:54 | |
In your own kingdom, sir. | 2:33:54 | 2:33:56 | |
Do not abuse me. | 2:33:56 | 2:33:57 | |
Be comforted, good madam, the great rage | 2:33:57 | 2:34:01 | |
You see is killed in him, and yet there is danger | 2:34:01 | 2:34:05 | |
To make him even o'er the time he has lost. | 2:34:05 | 2:34:08 | |
Desire him to go in. Trouble him no more | 2:34:08 | 2:34:10 | |
Till further settling. | 2:34:10 | 2:34:12 | |
Will't please your highness walk? | 2:34:12 | 2:34:14 | |
You must bear with me. | 2:34:14 | 2:34:16 | |
Pray you now, forget and forgive... | 2:34:18 | 2:34:22 | |
I am old and foolish. | 2:34:24 | 2:34:26 | |
Know of the Duke if his last purpose hold, | 2:34:34 | 2:34:36 | |
Or whether since he is advised by aught | 2:34:36 | 2:34:39 | |
To change the course. | 2:34:39 | 2:34:41 | |
He's full of alteration And self-reproving. | 2:34:41 | 2:34:44 | |
Bring his constant pleasure. | 2:34:44 | 2:34:46 | |
Our sister's man is certainly miscarried. | 2:34:48 | 2:34:50 | |
'Tis to be doubted, madam. | 2:34:50 | 2:34:52 | |
Now, sweet lord, | 2:34:52 | 2:34:54 | |
You know the goodness I intend upon you - | 2:34:54 | 2:34:57 | |
Tell me but truly, but then speak the truth... | 2:34:57 | 2:35:00 | |
Do you not love my sister? | 2:35:01 | 2:35:03 | |
In honoured love. | 2:35:03 | 2:35:05 | |
But have you never found my brother's way | 2:35:05 | 2:35:07 | |
To the forfended place? | 2:35:07 | 2:35:10 | |
That thought abuses you. | 2:35:10 | 2:35:11 | |
I am doubtful that you have been conjunct | 2:35:11 | 2:35:13 | |
And bosomed with her, as far as we call hers. | 2:35:13 | 2:35:16 | |
No, by mine honour, madam. | 2:35:16 | 2:35:19 | |
I never shall endure her. | 2:35:20 | 2:35:23 | |
Dear my lord, Be not familiar with her. | 2:35:23 | 2:35:25 | |
Fear me not - | 2:35:25 | 2:35:27 | |
She and the Duke her husband. | 2:35:27 | 2:35:30 | |
Our very loving sister, well be-met. | 2:35:30 | 2:35:34 | |
Sir, this I heard - the King is come to his daughter, | 2:35:34 | 2:35:37 | |
With others whom the rigour of our state | 2:35:37 | 2:35:40 | |
Forced to cry out. | 2:35:40 | 2:35:42 | |
Why is this reasoned? | 2:35:42 | 2:35:43 | |
Combine together 'gainst the enemy, For these domestic | 2:35:43 | 2:35:46 | |
and particular broils | 2:35:46 | 2:35:48 | |
Are not the question here. | 2:35:48 | 2:35:49 | |
Let's then determine with the ancient of war on our proceeding. | 2:35:49 | 2:35:53 | |
I shall attend you presently at your tent. | 2:35:53 | 2:35:55 | |
-Sister, you'll go with us? -No. | 2:35:55 | 2:35:57 | |
'Tis most convenient - pray you, go with us. | 2:35:57 | 2:36:01 | |
O ho, I know the riddle. | 2:36:01 | 2:36:03 | |
I will go. | 2:36:05 | 2:36:06 | |
If e'er your grace had speech with man so poor, | 2:36:08 | 2:36:11 | |
Hear me one word. | 2:36:11 | 2:36:13 | |
Speak. | 2:36:13 | 2:36:14 | |
Before you fight the battle, ope this letter. | 2:36:14 | 2:36:17 | |
If you have victory, let the trumpet sound | 2:36:17 | 2:36:20 | |
For him that brought it. | 2:36:20 | 2:36:22 | |
Wretched though I seem, | 2:36:22 | 2:36:23 | |
I can produce a champion that will prove | 2:36:23 | 2:36:25 | |
What is avouched there. | 2:36:25 | 2:36:27 | |
If you miscarry, | 2:36:27 | 2:36:28 | |
Your business of the world hath so an end, | 2:36:28 | 2:36:30 | |
And machination ceases. | 2:36:30 | 2:36:32 | |
Fortune love you. | 2:36:32 | 2:36:33 | |
Stay till I have read the letter. | 2:36:33 | 2:36:35 | |
I was forbid it. | 2:36:35 | 2:36:36 | |
When time shall serve, let but the herald cry | 2:36:36 | 2:36:39 | |
And I'll appear again. | 2:36:39 | 2:36:41 | |
Why, fare thee well. I will o'erlook thy paper. | 2:36:42 | 2:36:45 | |
The enemy's in view; draw up your powers. | 2:36:46 | 2:36:50 | |
Here is the guess of their true strength and forces, | 2:36:50 | 2:36:53 | |
By diligent discovery - but your haste | 2:36:53 | 2:36:57 | |
Is now urged on you. | 2:36:57 | 2:36:59 | |
We will greet the time. | 2:36:59 | 2:37:01 | |
To both these sisters have I sworn my love... | 2:37:13 | 2:37:16 | |
..Each jealous of the other as the stung | 2:37:17 | 2:37:21 | |
Are of the adder. | 2:37:21 | 2:37:22 | |
Which of them shall I take? Both? One? Or neither? | 2:37:24 | 2:37:30 | |
Neither can be enjoyed If both remain alive. | 2:37:32 | 2:37:35 | |
To take the widow | 2:37:35 | 2:37:36 | |
Exasperates, makes mad her sister Goneril. | 2:37:36 | 2:37:41 | |
And hardly shall I carry out my side, | 2:37:42 | 2:37:44 | |
Her husband being alive. | 2:37:44 | 2:37:46 | |
Now, then, we'll use | 2:37:48 | 2:37:49 | |
His countenance for the battle, which being done, | 2:37:49 | 2:37:53 | |
Let her who would be rid of him devise | 2:37:53 | 2:37:55 | |
His speedy taking off. | 2:37:55 | 2:37:56 | |
As for the mercy | 2:37:58 | 2:38:00 | |
Which he intends to Lear and to Cordelia, | 2:38:00 | 2:38:03 | |
The battle done, and they within our power, | 2:38:03 | 2:38:07 | |
Shall never see his pardon - | 2:38:07 | 2:38:10 | |
for my state | 2:38:10 | 2:38:13 | |
Stands on me to defend, not to debate. | 2:38:13 | 2:38:19 | |
HE YELLS | 2:38:19 | 2:38:21 | |
Away, old man - give me thy hand, away! | 2:38:41 | 2:38:45 | |
King Lear hath lost, he and his daughter ta'en. | 2:38:45 | 2:38:48 | |
Give me thy hand, come on. | 2:38:48 | 2:38:50 | |
No further, sir, a man may rot even here. | 2:38:50 | 2:38:53 | |
What, in ill thoughts again? | 2:38:53 | 2:38:54 | |
Men must endure | 2:38:54 | 2:38:56 | |
Their going hence even as their coming hither. | 2:38:56 | 2:38:58 | |
Ripeness is all. Come on. | 2:38:58 | 2:39:01 | |
And that's true too. | 2:39:01 | 2:39:02 | |
Some officers take them away - good guard, | 2:39:04 | 2:39:09 | |
Until their greater pleasures first be known | 2:39:09 | 2:39:11 | |
-That are to censure them. -We are not the first | 2:39:11 | 2:39:13 | |
Who with best meaning have incurred the worst. | 2:39:13 | 2:39:16 | |
For thee, oppressed King, I am cast down - | 2:39:16 | 2:39:18 | |
Myself could else outfrown false fortune's frown. | 2:39:18 | 2:39:22 | |
Shall we not see these daughters and these sisters? | 2:39:23 | 2:39:26 | |
No, no, no, no. | 2:39:26 | 2:39:28 | |
Come, let's away to prison. | 2:39:29 | 2:39:32 | |
We two alone will sing like birds i'the cage. | 2:39:32 | 2:39:36 | |
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down | 2:39:36 | 2:39:39 | |
And ask of thee forgiveness. | 2:39:39 | 2:39:42 | |
So we'll live | 2:39:42 | 2:39:44 | |
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh | 2:39:44 | 2:39:48 | |
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues | 2:39:48 | 2:39:52 | |
Talk of court news, and we'll talk with them too | 2:39:52 | 2:39:55 | |
Who loses and who wins, who's in, who's out, | 2:39:55 | 2:40:01 | |
And take upon us the mystery of things | 2:40:01 | 2:40:05 | |
As if we were God's spies. | 2:40:05 | 2:40:07 | |
And we'll wear out, | 2:40:08 | 2:40:09 | |
In a walled prison, packs and sects of great ones | 2:40:09 | 2:40:13 | |
That ebb and flow by the moon. | 2:40:13 | 2:40:15 | |
Take them away. | 2:40:15 | 2:40:18 | |
LEAR SCREAMS | 2:40:18 | 2:40:19 | |
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. | 2:40:24 | 2:40:30 | |
Have I caught thee? | 2:40:30 | 2:40:32 | |
He that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven, | 2:40:33 | 2:40:38 | |
And fire us hence like foxes. | 2:40:38 | 2:40:40 | |
Wipe thine eyes. The good years will devour them, | 2:40:41 | 2:40:45 | |
flesh and fell, Ere they shall make us weep! | 2:40:45 | 2:40:49 | |
We'll see 'em starved first - come. | 2:40:49 | 2:40:53 | |
Captain, come hither. | 2:40:59 | 2:41:02 | |
Hark - Take thou this note. | 2:41:05 | 2:41:08 | |
Go, follow them to prison, One step I have advanced thee. | 2:41:08 | 2:41:12 | |
If thou dost | 2:41:13 | 2:41:14 | |
As this instructs thee, | 2:41:14 | 2:41:16 | |
thou dost make thy way | 2:41:16 | 2:41:17 | |
To noble fortunes. | 2:41:17 | 2:41:19 | |
Know thou this, that men | 2:41:20 | 2:41:22 | |
Are as the time is - to be tender-minded | 2:41:22 | 2:41:25 | |
Does not become a sword. | 2:41:25 | 2:41:27 | |
Thy great employment | 2:41:27 | 2:41:28 | |
Shall not bear question. | 2:41:28 | 2:41:30 | |
Either say thou'lt do't, Or thrive by other means. | 2:41:30 | 2:41:33 | |
I'll do't, my lord. | 2:41:33 | 2:41:35 | |
About it and write happy when thou'st done't. | 2:41:35 | 2:41:39 | |
Mark, I say, instantly - and carry it so | 2:41:39 | 2:41:42 | |
As I have set it down. | 2:41:42 | 2:41:43 | |
I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats. | 2:41:44 | 2:41:47 | |
If it be man's work. I'll do't. | 2:41:47 | 2:41:51 | |
Sir, you have shown today your valiant strain | 2:41:53 | 2:41:58 | |
And fortune led you well. | 2:41:58 | 2:42:00 | |
You have the captives | 2:42:00 | 2:42:01 | |
Who were the opposites of this day's strife. | 2:42:01 | 2:42:03 | |
I do require them of you. | 2:42:03 | 2:42:05 | |
Sir, I thought it fit | 2:42:05 | 2:42:06 | |
To send the old and miserable King | 2:42:06 | 2:42:09 | |
To some retention and appointed guard, | 2:42:09 | 2:42:12 | |
Whose age has charms in it, whose title more, | 2:42:12 | 2:42:16 | |
To pluck the common bosom on his side, | 2:42:16 | 2:42:18 | |
An turn our impressed lances in our eyes | 2:42:18 | 2:42:22 | |
Which do command them. | 2:42:22 | 2:42:24 | |
With him I sent the Queen, My reason all the same, | 2:42:24 | 2:42:27 | |
and they are ready | 2:42:27 | 2:42:28 | |
Tomorrow, or at further space, to appear | 2:42:28 | 2:42:32 | |
Where you shall hold your session. | 2:42:32 | 2:42:35 | |
At this time | 2:42:35 | 2:42:37 | |
We sweat and bleed - the friend hath lost his friend | 2:42:37 | 2:42:42 | |
And the best quarrels in the heat are cursed | 2:42:42 | 2:42:46 | |
By those that feel their sharpness. | 2:42:46 | 2:42:48 | |
The question of Cordelia and her father | 2:42:49 | 2:42:53 | |
Requires a fitter place. | 2:42:53 | 2:42:55 | |
Sir, by your patience, I hold you but a subject of this war, | 2:42:55 | 2:42:58 | |
Not as a brother. | 2:42:58 | 2:43:00 | |
That's as we list to grace him. | 2:43:00 | 2:43:02 | |
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded | 2:43:02 | 2:43:04 | |
Ere you had spoke so far. | 2:43:04 | 2:43:05 | |
He led our powers, | 2:43:05 | 2:43:06 | |
Bore the commission of my place and person, | 2:43:06 | 2:43:08 | |
The which immediacy may well stand up | 2:43:08 | 2:43:11 | |
And call itself your brother. | 2:43:11 | 2:43:13 | |
Not so hot! | 2:43:13 | 2:43:14 | |
In his own grace he doth exalt himself | 2:43:15 | 2:43:17 | |
-More than in your addition. -In my rights, | 2:43:17 | 2:43:20 | |
By me invested, he compeers the best. | 2:43:20 | 2:43:23 | |
That were the most, if he should husband you. | 2:43:23 | 2:43:26 | |
Jesters do oft prove prophets. | 2:43:26 | 2:43:28 | |
Holla, holla! That eye that told you so looked but asquint. | 2:43:28 | 2:43:33 | |
Lady, I am not well, else I should answer | 2:43:33 | 2:43:36 | |
From a full-flowing stomach. General, | 2:43:36 | 2:43:39 | |
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony. | 2:43:39 | 2:43:42 | |
Dispose of them, of me, the walls is thine. | 2:43:42 | 2:43:46 | |
Witness the world, that I create thee here | 2:43:46 | 2:43:49 | |
My lord and master. | 2:43:49 | 2:43:52 | |
Mean you to enjoy him, then? | 2:43:52 | 2:43:54 | |
The let-alone lies not in your good will. | 2:43:54 | 2:43:56 | |
Nor in thine, lord. | 2:43:56 | 2:43:57 | |
Half-blooded fellow, yes. | 2:43:57 | 2:43:59 | |
Let the drum strike and prove my title thine. | 2:43:59 | 2:44:03 | |
Stay yet, hear reason - | 2:44:03 | 2:44:05 | |
Edmund, I arrest thee On capital treason, | 2:44:05 | 2:44:08 | |
and in thine attaint | 2:44:08 | 2:44:09 | |
This gilded serpent | 2:44:09 | 2:44:12 | |
For your claim, | 2:44:12 | 2:44:13 | |
fair sister, I bar it in the interest of my wife. | 2:44:13 | 2:44:18 | |
'Tis she is sub-contracted to this lord | 2:44:18 | 2:44:20 | |
And I her husband contradict your banns. | 2:44:20 | 2:44:23 | |
If you will marry, make your love to me - | 2:44:23 | 2:44:25 | |
My lady is bespoke. | 2:44:25 | 2:44:27 | |
An interlude! | 2:44:27 | 2:44:29 | |
Thou art armed, Gloucester. Let the trumpet sound. | 2:44:29 | 2:44:33 | |
If none appear to prove upon thy person | 2:44:33 | 2:44:36 | |
Thy heinous, manifest and many treasons, | 2:44:36 | 2:44:40 | |
There is my pledge. | 2:44:40 | 2:44:42 | |
I'll make it on thy heart, Ere I taste bread, | 2:44:42 | 2:44:46 | |
thou art in nothing less | 2:44:46 | 2:44:48 | |
Than I have here proclaimed thee. | 2:44:48 | 2:44:50 | |
Sick, O, sick! | 2:44:50 | 2:44:52 | |
If not, I'll ne'er trust poison. | 2:44:52 | 2:44:54 | |
There's my exchange. | 2:44:56 | 2:44:58 | |
What in the world he is | 2:44:59 | 2:45:00 | |
That names me traitor, villain-like he lies. | 2:45:00 | 2:45:05 | |
Call by the trumpet - he that dares approach, | 2:45:05 | 2:45:09 | |
On him, on you - who not? | 2:45:09 | 2:45:12 | |
I will maintain | 2:45:13 | 2:45:14 | |
My truth and honour firmly. | 2:45:14 | 2:45:16 | |
A herald, ho! | 2:45:16 | 2:45:18 | |
Trust to thy single virtue, for thy soldiers, | 2:45:18 | 2:45:21 | |
All levied in my name, have in my name | 2:45:21 | 2:45:24 | |
Took their discharge. | 2:45:24 | 2:45:25 | |
My sickness, my sickness grows upon me. | 2:45:25 | 2:45:28 | |
She is not well - convey her to my tent. | 2:45:28 | 2:45:30 | |
Come hither, herald - let the trumpet sound | 2:45:30 | 2:45:33 | |
And read out this. | 2:45:33 | 2:45:35 | |
TRUMPET SOUNDS | 2:45:35 | 2:45:37 | |
"If any man of quality or degree within the lists of the army | 2:45:43 | 2:45:47 | |
"will maintain upon Edmund, supposed Earl of Gloucester, | 2:45:47 | 2:45:51 | |
"that he is a manifold traitor, | 2:45:51 | 2:45:54 | |
"let him appear by the third sound of the trumpet. | 2:45:54 | 2:45:59 | |
"He is bold in his defence." | 2:45:59 | 2:46:02 | |
TRUMPET SOUNDS | 2:46:02 | 2:46:04 | |
Again! | 2:46:08 | 2:46:09 | |
TRUMPET SOUNDS | 2:46:09 | 2:46:11 | |
Again! | 2:46:14 | 2:46:15 | |
TRUMPET SOUNDS | 2:46:15 | 2:46:17 | |
Ask him his purposes, why he appears Upon this call o' the trumpet. | 2:46:26 | 2:46:29 | |
What are you? | 2:46:29 | 2:46:30 | |
Your name, your quality, and why you answer | 2:46:30 | 2:46:32 | |
This present summons? | 2:46:32 | 2:46:34 | |
Know my name is lost, By treason's tooth bare-gnawn | 2:46:34 | 2:46:38 | |
and canker-bit. | 2:46:38 | 2:46:40 | |
Yet am I noble as the adversary I come to cope. | 2:46:40 | 2:46:42 | |
Which is that adversary? | 2:46:42 | 2:46:43 | |
What's he that speaks for Edmund, Earl of Gloucester? | 2:46:43 | 2:46:47 | |
Himself. What sayst thou to him? | 2:46:47 | 2:46:51 | |
Draw thy sword, | 2:46:51 | 2:46:52 | |
That if my speech offend a noble heart, | 2:46:52 | 2:46:55 | |
Thy arm may do thee justice. | 2:46:55 | 2:46:57 | |
Here is mine. | 2:46:57 | 2:46:59 | |
I protest, | 2:46:59 | 2:47:00 | |
Despite thy victor sword thou art a traitor. | 2:47:00 | 2:47:04 | |
False to thy gods, thy brother and thy father, | 2:47:04 | 2:47:08 | |
Conspirant 'gainst this high illustrious prince, | 2:47:08 | 2:47:12 | |
And from th'extremest upward of thy head | 2:47:12 | 2:47:14 | |
To the descent and dust below thy foot, | 2:47:14 | 2:47:18 | |
A most toad-spotted traitor. | 2:47:18 | 2:47:20 | |
Say thou no, | 2:47:20 | 2:47:22 | |
This sword, this arm and my best spirits are bent | 2:47:22 | 2:47:26 | |
To prove upon thy heart, whereto I speak, | 2:47:26 | 2:47:29 | |
Thou liest. | 2:47:29 | 2:47:30 | |
Back do I toss these treasons to thy head. | 2:47:30 | 2:47:33 | |
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart, | 2:47:34 | 2:47:39 | |
Which, for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise, | 2:47:39 | 2:47:44 | |
This sword of mine shall give them instant way, | 2:47:44 | 2:47:48 | |
Where they shall rest for ever. | 2:47:48 | 2:47:51 | |
Trumpets, speak. | 2:47:51 | 2:47:54 | |
TRUMPET SOUNDS | 2:47:54 | 2:47:56 | |
-GONERIL: -This is mere practice, Gloucester. | 2:48:32 | 2:48:36 | |
By the laws of war thou wast not bound to answer | 2:48:36 | 2:48:39 | |
An unknown opposite. | 2:48:39 | 2:48:41 | |
GLOUCESTER YELLS AND GASPS | 2:48:48 | 2:48:49 | |
Thou art not vanquished, But cozened and beguiled. | 2:48:55 | 2:49:00 | |
Shut your mouth, dame | 2:49:00 | 2:49:02 | |
Or with this paper shall I stop it. | 2:49:02 | 2:49:06 | |
Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil. | 2:49:06 | 2:49:11 | |
No tearing, lady - I perceive you know it. | 2:49:11 | 2:49:14 | |
Say if I do, the laws are mine, not thine. | 2:49:14 | 2:49:19 | |
Who can arraign me for't? | 2:49:19 | 2:49:22 | |
Most monstrous! O! Know'st thou this paper? | 2:49:22 | 2:49:27 | |
Ask me not what I know. | 2:49:27 | 2:49:30 | |
Go after her - she's desperate, govern her. | 2:49:37 | 2:49:40 | |
What you have charged me with, that have I done, | 2:49:42 | 2:49:45 | |
And more, much more - the time will bring it out. | 2:49:45 | 2:49:51 | |
'Tis past, and so am I. | 2:49:51 | 2:49:54 | |
But what art thou | 2:49:55 | 2:49:57 | |
That hast this fortune on me? | 2:49:57 | 2:49:59 | |
If thou art noble, I do forgive thee. | 2:49:59 | 2:50:03 | |
Let's exchange charity. | 2:50:03 | 2:50:05 | |
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund. | 2:50:05 | 2:50:10 | |
If more, the more thou'st wronged me. | 2:50:10 | 2:50:13 | |
My name is Edgar and thy father's son. | 2:50:14 | 2:50:17 | |
The gods are just and of our pleasant vices | 2:50:19 | 2:50:23 | |
Make instruments to plague us. | 2:50:23 | 2:50:25 | |
The dark and vicious place where thee he got | 2:50:25 | 2:50:27 | |
Cost him his eyes. | 2:50:27 | 2:50:29 | |
Thou'st spoken right, 'tis true. | 2:50:30 | 2:50:33 | |
The wheel is come full circle, I am here. | 2:50:33 | 2:50:37 | |
Methought thy very gait did prophesy | 2:50:37 | 2:50:40 | |
A royal nobleness. | 2:50:40 | 2:50:41 | |
I must embrace thee. | 2:50:41 | 2:50:43 | |
Let sorrow split my heart if ever I | 2:50:45 | 2:50:48 | |
Did hate thee or thy father. | 2:50:48 | 2:50:50 | |
Worthy prince, I know it. | 2:50:50 | 2:50:51 | |
How have you known the miseries of your father? | 2:50:51 | 2:50:55 | |
By nursing them, my lord. | 2:50:55 | 2:50:57 | |
I met my father with his bleeding rings, | 2:50:58 | 2:51:01 | |
Their precious stones new lost, became his guide, | 2:51:01 | 2:51:05 | |
Led him, begged for him, saved him from despair. | 2:51:05 | 2:51:10 | |
Never - O fault! revealed myself unto him | 2:51:10 | 2:51:13 | |
Until some half-hour past, | 2:51:13 | 2:51:15 | |
when I was armed, | 2:51:15 | 2:51:17 | |
Not sure, though hoping of this good success, | 2:51:17 | 2:51:19 | |
I asked his blessing and from first to last | 2:51:19 | 2:51:23 | |
Told him my pilgrimage. | 2:51:23 | 2:51:25 | |
But his flawed heart, | 2:51:25 | 2:51:27 | |
Alack, too weak the conflict to support, | 2:51:27 | 2:51:31 | |
'Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief... | 2:51:31 | 2:51:34 | |
..Burst smilingly. | 2:51:35 | 2:51:38 | |
Help, help, O, help! | 2:51:39 | 2:51:46 | |
What means this bloody knife? | 2:51:46 | 2:51:48 | |
'Tis hot, it smokes, | 2:51:48 | 2:51:50 | |
It came even from the heart of... | 2:51:50 | 2:51:53 | |
O, she's dead! | 2:51:53 | 2:51:57 | |
Who dead? Speak. | 2:51:57 | 2:51:58 | |
Your lady, sir, your lady. And her sister | 2:52:03 | 2:52:09 | |
By her is poisoned, she confesses it. | 2:52:09 | 2:52:13 | |
I was contracted to them both. | 2:52:15 | 2:52:17 | |
Now all three marry in an instant. | 2:52:19 | 2:52:22 | |
Here comes the banished Kent, who in disguise | 2:52:22 | 2:52:25 | |
Followed his enemy king and did him service | 2:52:25 | 2:52:27 | |
-Improper for a slave. -I am come | 2:52:27 | 2:52:29 | |
To bid my King and master good night. | 2:52:29 | 2:52:31 | |
Is he not here? | 2:52:31 | 2:52:33 | |
Speak, Edmund, where's the King? And where's Cordelia? | 2:52:33 | 2:52:36 | |
I pant for life. | 2:52:36 | 2:52:37 | |
Some good I mean to do, Despite of mine own nature. | 2:52:37 | 2:52:41 | |
Quickly send - | 2:52:42 | 2:52:43 | |
Be brief in it - to the castle, for my writ | 2:52:43 | 2:52:46 | |
Is on the life of Lear and on Cordelia. | 2:52:46 | 2:52:48 | |
Nay, send in time. | 2:52:48 | 2:52:50 | |
Run, run, O, run. | 2:52:50 | 2:52:51 | |
To who, my lord? Who hath the office? | 2:52:51 | 2:52:52 | |
Send thy token of reprieve. | 2:52:52 | 2:52:54 | |
Well thought on, my sword - the captain, | 2:52:54 | 2:52:57 | |
Give it the captain. | 2:52:57 | 2:52:58 | |
Haste thee, for thy life. | 2:52:58 | 2:52:59 | |
He hath commission from thy wife and me | 2:52:59 | 2:53:02 | |
To hang Cordelia in the prison and | 2:53:02 | 2:53:05 | |
To lay the blame upon her own despair | 2:53:05 | 2:53:08 | |
That she fordid herself. | 2:53:08 | 2:53:10 | |
The gods defend her. Bear him hence awhile. | 2:53:10 | 2:53:14 | |
Howl... | 2:53:23 | 2:53:25 | |
..howl... | 2:53:31 | 2:53:33 | |
..howl... | 2:53:36 | 2:53:38 | |
..howl! | 2:53:43 | 2:53:45 | |
O, you are men of stones! | 2:53:48 | 2:53:51 | |
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so | 2:53:52 | 2:53:56 | |
That heaven's vault would crack. | 2:53:56 | 2:53:58 | |
She's gone for ever. | 2:54:00 | 2:54:02 | |
I know when one is dead and when one lives. | 2:54:13 | 2:54:18 | |
She's dead as earth. | 2:54:21 | 2:54:22 | |
Lend me a looking-glass. | 2:54:41 | 2:54:43 | |
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, | 2:54:44 | 2:54:47 | |
Why then she lives. | 2:54:47 | 2:54:49 | |
Is this the promised end? | 2:54:49 | 2:54:51 | |
Or image of that horror? | 2:54:51 | 2:54:52 | |
Fall, and cease. | 2:54:52 | 2:54:54 | |
This feather stirs, she lives. If it be so... | 2:54:56 | 2:55:03 | |
..It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows | 2:55:05 | 2:55:08 | |
That ever I have felt. | 2:55:08 | 2:55:10 | |
-O, my good master! -Prithee, away! | 2:55:10 | 2:55:12 | |
'Tis noble Kent, your friend. | 2:55:12 | 2:55:14 | |
A plague upon you murderers, traitors all. | 2:55:14 | 2:55:18 | |
I might have saved her, now she's gone for ever. | 2:55:19 | 2:55:26 | |
Cordelia, Cordelia... | 2:55:30 | 2:55:35 | |
..stay a little. | 2:55:38 | 2:55:40 | |
Ha? What is't thou say'st? | 2:55:42 | 2:55:45 | |
Her voice was ever soft, | 2:55:47 | 2:55:50 | |
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman. | 2:55:50 | 2:55:55 | |
I killed the slave that was a-hanging thee. | 2:55:58 | 2:56:00 | |
'Tis true, my lords, he did. | 2:56:02 | 2:56:05 | |
Did I not, fellow? | 2:56:05 | 2:56:07 | |
I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion I would have | 2:56:07 | 2:56:12 | |
made them skip. I am old now And these same crosses spoil me. | 2:56:12 | 2:56:20 | |
Who are you? | 2:56:24 | 2:56:25 | |
Mine eyes are not o'the best, I'll tell you straight. | 2:56:26 | 2:56:30 | |
If Fortune brag of two she loved and hated, | 2:56:30 | 2:56:33 | |
One of them we behold. | 2:56:33 | 2:56:35 | |
This is a dull sight - are you not Kent? | 2:56:35 | 2:56:39 | |
The same. | 2:56:41 | 2:56:43 | |
Your servant Kent. | 2:56:43 | 2:56:45 | |
Where is your servant Caius? | 2:56:45 | 2:56:48 | |
He's a good fellow, I'll tell you that. | 2:56:48 | 2:56:51 | |
He'll strike, and quickly too. | 2:56:51 | 2:56:54 | |
He's dead and rotten. | 2:56:57 | 2:56:58 | |
No, my good lord, I am the very man. | 2:56:58 | 2:57:02 | |
I'll see that straight. | 2:57:03 | 2:57:05 | |
That from your first of difference and decay, | 2:57:05 | 2:57:07 | |
Have followed your sad steps. | 2:57:07 | 2:57:09 | |
You are welcome hither. | 2:57:09 | 2:57:11 | |
Nor no man else. | 2:57:11 | 2:57:12 | |
All's cheerless, dark and deadly. | 2:57:13 | 2:57:16 | |
Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves | 2:57:16 | 2:57:19 | |
-And desperately are dead. -Ay, so I think. | 2:57:19 | 2:57:23 | |
-ALBANY: -He knows not what he says and vain is it | 2:57:23 | 2:57:26 | |
That we present us to him. | 2:57:26 | 2:57:28 | |
Very bootless. | 2:57:28 | 2:57:29 | |
OFFICER: Edmund is dead, my lord. | 2:57:29 | 2:57:31 | |
That's but a trifle here. | 2:57:31 | 2:57:33 | |
You lords and noble friends, know our intent. | 2:57:35 | 2:57:39 | |
What comfort to this great decay may come | 2:57:40 | 2:57:43 | |
Shall be applied. | 2:57:43 | 2:57:46 | |
For us, we will resign During the life of this old majesty, | 2:57:46 | 2:57:50 | |
To him our absolute power. You, to your rights, | 2:57:50 | 2:57:54 | |
With boot and such addition as your honours | 2:57:54 | 2:57:57 | |
Have more than merited. | 2:57:57 | 2:57:59 | |
All friends shall taste The wages of their virtue | 2:57:59 | 2:58:04 | |
and all foes | 2:58:04 | 2:58:05 | |
The cup of their deservings. | 2:58:05 | 2:58:07 | |
O, see, see! | 2:58:07 | 2:58:10 | |
And my poor fool is hanged. | 2:58:10 | 2:58:12 | |
No, no, no life! | 2:58:15 | 2:58:21 | |
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life | 2:58:25 | 2:58:33 | |
And thou no breath at all? | 2:58:33 | 2:58:37 | |
O, thou'lt come no more. | 2:58:39 | 2:58:44 | |
Never, never... | 2:58:47 | 2:58:51 | |
..never, never, never. | 2:58:53 | 2:59:00 | |
Pray you, undo this button. | 2:59:05 | 2:59:09 | |
Thank you, sir. | 2:59:16 | 2:59:18 | |
Oh, oh... | 2:59:21 | 2:59:28 | |
oh, oh. | 2:59:28 | 2:59:33 | |
Do you see this? | 2:59:37 | 2:59:39 | |
Look on her. | 2:59:41 | 2:59:43 | |
Look, her lips... | 2:59:47 | 2:59:51 | |
Look there... | 2:59:56 | 2:59:59 | |
Look there! | 3:00:01 | 3:00:05 | |
He faints. My lord, my lord! | 3:00:06 | 3:00:09 | |
Break, heart, I prithee break. | 3:00:09 | 3:00:11 | |
Look up, my lord. | 3:00:11 | 3:00:12 | |
Vex not his ghost. | 3:00:12 | 3:00:14 | |
O, let him pass. | 3:00:15 | 3:00:17 | |
He hates him | 3:00:19 | 3:00:20 | |
That would upon the rack of this tough world | 3:00:20 | 3:00:22 | |
-Stretch him out longer. -O he is gone indeed. | 3:00:22 | 3:00:25 | |
The wonder is he hath endured so long. | 3:00:26 | 3:00:29 | |
He but usurped his life. | 3:00:29 | 3:00:31 | |
-ALBANY: -Bear them from hence. | 3:00:31 | 3:00:33 | |
Our present business | 3:01:12 | 3:01:14 | |
Is to general woe. | 3:01:14 | 3:01:17 | |
Friends of my soul, you twain, | 3:01:17 | 3:01:19 | |
Rule in this realm | 3:01:19 | 3:01:22 | |
and the gored state sustain. | 3:01:22 | 3:01:24 | |
I have a journey, sir, shortly to go. | 3:01:24 | 3:01:26 | |
My master calls me, I must not say no. | 3:01:28 | 3:01:31 | |
The weight of this sad time we must obey. | 3:01:31 | 3:01:34 | |
Speak what we feel, | 3:01:36 | 3:01:38 | |
not what we ought to say. | 3:01:38 | 3:01:40 | |
The oldest hath borne most. We that are young... | 3:01:44 | 3:01:48 | |
..Shall never see so much, nor live so long. | 3:01:50 | 3:01:53 | |
APPLAUSE | 3:02:02 | 3:02:04 |