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- Edition: King Lear
 
King Lear (Modern, Folio)
- Introduction
 - Texts of this edition
 - Contextual materials
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- Holinshed on King Lear
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- The History of King Leir
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- Albion's England (Selection)
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- Hardyng's Chronicle (Selection)
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- Kings of Britain
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- Chronicles of England
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- Faerie Queene
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- The Mirror for Magistrates
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- The Arcadia
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- A Declaration of Egregious Popish Impostures
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- Aristotle on tragedy
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- The Book of Job (Selections)
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- The Monk's Tale (Selections)
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- The Defense of Poetry
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- The First Blast of the Trumpet
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- Basilicon Doron
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- On Bastards
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- On Aging
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- King Lear (Adapted by Nahum Tate)
  
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 - Facsimiles
 
 Welcome, my lord. I marvel our mild husband
 Madam, within, but never man so changed.
 2279Goneril
  [To the Bastard] Then shall you go no further.
 4.2.20.1[Gives him a favor of some kind.]
 4.2.22.1[She kisses him.]
  This kiss, if it durst speak,
 Yours in the ranks of death.
 4.2.25.1Exit.
 2294Goneril
  My most dear Gloucester.
 Madam, here comes my lord.
 4.2.29.1[Exit Oswald.]
 I have been worth the whistle.
 2301Albany
  O Goneril,
 2304Goneril
  Milk-livered man,
 2308Albany
  See thyself, devil.
 2311Goneril
  O vain fool.
 O my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall's dead,
 2316Albany
  Gloucester's eyes?
 A servant that he bred, thrilled with remorse,
  This shows you are above
 2327Messenger
  Both, both, my lord.
 2330Goneril
  [Aside] One way I like this well;
 4.2.55.1[Exit Goneril.]
 Where was his son 2336when they did take his eyes?
 Come with my lady hither.
 2338Albany
  He is not here?
 No, my good lord, I met him back again.
 Knows he the wickedness?
 Ay, my good lord, 'twas he informed against him,
 2344Albany
  Gloucester, I live