Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Albany
in "King Lear"

Total: 58

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1

I,1,172

[with Cornwall] Dear sir, forbear!

2

I,4,787

Pray, sir, be patient.

3

I,4,799

My lord, I am guiltless, as I am ignorant
Of what hath mov'd you.

4

I,4,817

Now, gods that we adore, whereof comes this?

5

I,4,824

What's the matter, sir?

6

I,4,842

I cannot be so partial, Goneril,
To the great love I bear you—

7

I,4,858

Well, you may fear too far.

8

I,4,877

How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell.
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

9

I,4,880

Well, well; th' event. Exeunt.

10

IV,2,2373

O Goneril,
You are not worth the dust which the rude wind
Blows in your face! I fear your disposition.
That nature which contemns it origin
Cannot be bordered certain in itself.
She that herself will sliver and disbranch
From her material sap, perforce must wither
And come to deadly use.

11

IV,2,2382

Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile;
Filths savour but themselves. What have you done?
Tigers, not daughters, what have you perform'd?
A father, and a gracious aged man,
Whose reverence even the head-lugg'd bear would lick,
Most barbarous, most degenerate, have you madded.
Could my good brother suffer you to do it?
A man, a prince, by him so benefited!
If that the heavens do not their visible spirits
Send quickly down to tame these vile offences,
It will come,
Humanity must perforce prey on itself,
Like monsters of the deep.

12

IV,2,2405

See thyself, devil!
Proper deformity seems not in the fiend
So horrid as in woman.

13

IV,2,2409

Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame!
Bemonster not thy feature! Were't my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood,
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones. Howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's shape doth shield thee.

14

IV,2,2417

What news?

15

IV,2,2421

Gloucester's eyes?

16

IV,2,2428

This shows you are above,
You justicers, that these our nether crimes
So speedily can venge! But O poor Gloucester!
Lost he his other eye?

17

IV,2,2440

Where was his son when they did take his eyes?

18

IV,2,2442

He is not here.

19

IV,2,2444

Knows he the wickedness?

20

IV,2,2448

Gloucester, I live
To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the King,
And to revenge thine eyes. Come hither, friend.
Tell me what more thou know'st.

21

V,1,3047

Our very loving sister, well bemet.
Sir, this I hear: the King is come to his daughter,
With others whom the rigour of our state
Forc'd to cry out. Where I could not be honest,
I never yet was valiant. For this business,
It toucheth us as France invades our land,
Not bolds the King, with others whom, I fear,
Most just and heavy causes make oppose.

22

V,1,3060

Let's then determine
With th' ancient of war on our proceeding.

23

V,1,3070

I'll overtake you.- Speak.

24

V,1,3079

Stay till I have read the letter.

25

V,1,3083

Why, fare thee well. I will o'erlook thy paper.

26

V,1,3090

We will greet the time. Exit.

27

V,3,3167

Sir, you have show'd to-day your valiant strain,
And fortune led you well. You have the captives
Who were the opposites of this day's strife.
We do require them of you, so to use them
As we shall find their merits and our safety
May equally determine.

28

V,3,3188

Sir, by your patience,
I hold you but a subject of this war,
Not as a brother.

29

V,3,3213

The let-alone lies not in your good will.

30

V,3,3215

Half-blooded fellow, yes.

31

V,3,3217

Stay yet; hear reason. Edmund, I arrest thee
On capital treason; and, in thine attaint,
This gilded serpent [points to Goneril]. For your claim, fair
sister,
I bar it in the interest of my wife.
'Tis she is subcontracted to this lord,
And I, her husband, contradict your banes.
If you will marry, make your loves to me;
My lady is bespoke.

32

V,3,3227

Thou art arm'd, Gloucester. Let the trumpet sound.
If none appear to prove upon thy person
Thy heinous, manifest, and many treasons,
There is my pledge [throws down a glove]! I'll prove it on thy
heart,
Ere I taste bread, thou art in nothing less
Than I have here proclaim'd thee.

33

V,3,3242

A herald, ho!

34

V,3,3244

Trust to thy single virtue; for thy soldiers,
All levied in my name, have in my name
Took their discharge.

35

V,3,3248

She is not well. Convey her to my tent.
[Exit Regan, led. Enter a Herald.]
Come hither, herald. Let the trumpet sound,
And read out this.

36

V,3,3262

Ask him his purposes, why he appears
Upon this call o' th' trumpet.

37

V,3,3271

Which is that adversary?

38

V,3,3301

Save him, save him!

39

V,3,3306

Shut your mouth, dame,
Or with this paper shall I stop it. [Shows her her letter to
Edmund.]
- [To Edmund]. Hold, sir.
[To Goneril] Thou worse than any name, read thine own evil.
No tearing, lady! I perceive you know it.

40

V,3,3313

Most monstrous!
Know'st thou this paper?

41

V,3,3316

Go after her. She's desperate; govern her.

42

V,3,3333

Methought thy very gait did prophesy
A royal nobleness. I must embrace thee.
Let sorrow split my heart if ever I
Did hate thee, or thy father!

43

V,3,3338

Where have you hid yourself?
How have you known the miseries of your father?

44

V,3,3362

If there be more, more woful, hold it in;
For I am almost ready to dissolve,
Hearing of this.

45

V,3,3380

But who was this?

46

V,3,3387

Speak, man.

47

V,3,3391

Who dead? Speak, man.

48

V,3,3398

Produce their bodies, be they alive or dead.
[Exit Gentleman.]
This judgement of the heavens, that makes us tremble
Touches us not with pity. O, is this he?
The time will not allow the compliment
That very manners urges.

49

V,3,3407

Great thing of us forgot!
Speak, Edmund, where's the King? and where's Cordelia?
[The bodies of Goneril and Regan are brought in.]
Seest thou this object, Kent?

50

V,3,3415

Even so. Cover their faces.

51

V,3,3421

Run, run, O, run!

52

V,3,3426

Haste thee for thy life. [Exit Edgar.]

53

V,3,3431

The gods defend her! Bear him hence awhile.

54

V,3,3443

Fall and cease!

55

V,3,3478

He knows not what he says; and vain is it
That we present us to him.

56

V,3,3483

That's but a trifle here.
You lords and noble friends, know our intent.
What comfort to this great decay may come
Shall be applied. For us, we will resign,
During the life of this old Majesty,
To him our absolute power; [to Edgar and Kent] you to your
rights;
With boot, and such addition as your honours
Have more than merited.- All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes
The cup of their deservings.- O, see, see!

57

V,3,3510

Bear them from hence. Our present business
Is general woe. [To Kent and Edgar] Friends of my soul, you
twain
Rule in this realm, and the gor'd state sustain.

58

V,3,3516

The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest have borne most; we that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

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