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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
 
 5.3.0.22938Enter, in conquest with drum and colors, Edmund [the Bastard]; Lear, 2939and Cordelia, as prisoners; soldiers, Captain.
 Some officers take them away. Good guard,
 2943Cordelia
  We are not the first
 No, no, no, no. Come, let's away to prison.
 2960Bastard
  [To soldiers] Take them away.
 Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
 5.3.21.1[Embracing Cordelia]
  2963Have I caught thee?
 5.3.26Come.
 5.3.26.1Exeunt [Lear and Cordelia, guarded].
 Come hither captain, hark. [Handing him a paper]
 2978Captain
  I'll do't, my lord.
 About it, and write "happy" when th'hast done.
 [To the Bastard] Sir, you have showed today your valiant strain
 2989Bastard
  Sir, I thought it fit
 Sir, by your patience,
 3001Regan
  That's as we list to grace him.
 3007Goneril
  Not so hot.
 3010Regan
  In my rights,
 That were the most, if he should husband you.
 Jesters do oft prove prophets.
 3014Goneril
  Hola, hola!
 Lady, I am not well, else I should answer
 3022Goneril
  Mean you to enjoy him?
 The let-alone lies not in your good will.
 Nor in thine, lord.
 3025Albany
  Half-blooded fellow, yes.
 [To Edmund] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.
 Stay yet, hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee
 3035Goneril
  An interlude!
 Thou art armed, Gloucester. 3037Let the trumpet sound.
 5.3.86.1[Throwing down a glove]
 Sick, oh sick.
 3044Goneril
  [Aside] If not, I'll ne'er trust medicine.
 [Throwing down a glove] There's my exchange. What in the world he is
 3051Albany
  A herald, ho!
 3055Regan
  My sickness grows upon me.
 She is not well. Convey her to my tent.
 5.3.99.1[Exit Regan, supported.]
 Again!
 5.3.103.1Second trumpet
 Again!
 5.3.104.1Third trumpet
 Ask him his purposes; why he appears
  What are you?
  Know my name is lost, 
 3077Albany
  Which is that adversary?
 What's he that speaks for Edmund, Earl of Gloucester?
 Himself. What sayest thou to him?
 3080Edgar
  Draw thy sword
 5.3.115.1[Draws his sword.]
 3097Bastard
  In wisdom I should ask thy name,
 5.3.138.1Alarums. Fights. [The Bastard is wounded.]
 [To Edgar] Save him, save him.
  This is practice, Gloucester.
  Shut your mouth, dame,
 Say if I do, the laws are mine not thine.
 5.3.147.1Exit [Goneril].
 3118Albany
  Most monstrous!
 5.3.148[To Edmund] Oh, know'st thou this paper?
 3119Bastard
  Ask me not what I know.
 [To an attendant] Go after her. She's desperate--govern her.
 5.3.149.1[Exit an attendant.]
 What you have charged me with, 3122that have I done,
 3127Edgar
  Let's exchange charity.
  Th'hast spoken right, 'tis true.
 [To Edgar] Methought thy very gait did prophesy
 3141Edgar
  Worthy prince, I know't.
 Where have you hid yourself?
 By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale,
 3163Bastard
  This speech of yours hath moved me,
 If there be more, more woeful, hold it in,
 Help, help, oh help!
 What kind of help?
 Speak, man.
 What means this bloody knife?
 3174Gentleman
  'Tis hot, it smokes.
 Who dead? Speak, man.
 Your lady, sir, your lady; and her sister
 I was contracted to them both. All three
 3181Edgar
  Here comes Kent.
 Produce the bodies, be they alive or dead.
  I am come
 3192Albany
  Great thing of us forgot.
 3195Kent
  Alack, why thus?
 Yet Edmund was beloved.
 Even so. Cover their faces.
 I pant for life. Some good I mean to do
 3205Albany
  Run, run, Oh, run!
 To who my lord? Who has the office?
 Well thought on. Take my sword. 3209Give it the captain.
 Haste thee for thy life.
 5.3.224.1[Exit a Gentleman.]
 He hath commission from thy wife and me
 The gods defend her. Bear him hence awhile.
 5.3.250.1[The Bastard is carried off.]
 Howl, howl, howl. Oh, you are men of stones.
 3224Kent
  Is this the promised end?
 Or image of that horror?
 3226Albany
  Fall and cease.
 This feather stirs--she lives. If it be so,
 3230Kent
  O my good master.
 Prithee, away.
 3232Edgar
  'Tis noble Kent, your friend.
 A plague upon you murderers, traitors all.
 'Tis true, my lords, he did.
 3240Lear
  Did I not, fellow?
 If fortune brag of two she loved and hated,
 This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent?
 The same; your servant Kent. 3249Where is your servant Caius?
 He's a good fellow, I can tell you that.
 No, my good lord, I am the very man--
 I'll see that straight.
 That from your first of difference and decay
 3256Lear
  You are welcome hither.
 Nor no man else. 3258All's cheerless, dark, and deadly.
 3261Lear
  Ay, so I think.
 He knows not what he says, and vain is it
 3265Edgar
  Very bootless.
 Edmund is dead, my lord.
 3267Albany
  That's but a trifle here.
 And my poor fool is hanged. No, no, no life?
 5.3.284.1He dies.
 3284Edgar
  He faints. My lord, my lord!
 Break heart, I prithee break.
 3286Edgar
  Look up, my lord.
 Vex not his ghost. O let him pass. He hates him
 3290Edgar
  He is gone indeed.
 The wonder is he hath endured so long;
 Bear them from hence. Our present business
 I have a journey, sir, shortly to go.
 The weight of this sad time we must obey,