Speeches (Lines) for Gentleman
in "King Lear"

Total: 41

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1

I,5,921

Ready, my lord.

2

II,4,1276

As I learn'd,
The night before there was no purpose in them
Of this remove.

3

II,4,1339

Made you no more offence but what you speak of?

4

III,1,1619

One minded like the weather, most unquietly.

5

III,1,1621

Contending with the fretful elements;
Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,
Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,
That things might change or cease; tears his white hair,
Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,
Catch in their fury and make nothing of;
Strives in his little world of man to outscorn
The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.
This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,
The lion and the belly-pinched wolf
Keep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,
And bids what will take all.

6

III,1,1634

None but the fool, who labours to outjest
His heart-struck injuries.

7

III,1,1662

I will talk further with you.

8

III,1,1671

Give me your hand. Have you no more to say?

9

IV,2,2418

O, my good lord, the Duke of Cornwall 's dead,
Slain by his servant, going to put out
The other eye of Gloucester.

10

IV,2,2422

A servant that he bred, thrill'd with remorse,
Oppos'd against the act, bending his sword
To his great master; who, thereat enrag'd,
Flew on him, and amongst them fell'd him dead;
But not without that harmful stroke which since
Hath pluck'd him after.

11

IV,2,2432

Both, both, my lord.
This letter, madam, craves a speedy answer.
'Tis from your sister.

12

IV,2,2441

Come with my lady hither.

13

IV,2,2443

No, my good lord; I met him back again.

14

IV,2,2445

Ay, my good lord. 'Twas he inform'd against him,
And quit the house on purpose, that their punishment
Might have the freer course.

15

IV,3,2456

Something he left imperfect in the state, which since his
coming forth is thought of, which imports to the kingdom so much
fear and danger that his personal return was most required and
necessary.

16

IV,3,2461

The Marshal of France, Monsieur La Far.

17

IV,3,2464

Ay, sir. She took them, read them in my presence,
And now and then an ample tear trill'd down
Her delicate cheek. It seem'd she was a queen
Over her passion, who, most rebel-like,
Sought to be king o'er her.

18

IV,3,2470

Not to a rage. Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once: her smiles and tears
Were like, a better way. Those happy smilets
That play'd on her ripe lip seem'd not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropp'd. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most belov'd,
If all could so become it.

19

IV,3,2480

Faith, once or twice she heav'd the name of father
Pantingly forth, as if it press'd her heart;
Cried 'Sisters, sisters! Shame of ladies! Sisters!
Kent! father! sisters! What, i' th' storm? i' th' night?
Let pity not be believ'd!' There she shook
The holy water from her heavenly eyes,
And clamour moisten'd. Then away she started
To deal with grief alone.

20

IV,3,2492

No.

21

IV,3,2494

No, since.

22

IV,3,2499

Why, good sir?

23

IV,3,2506

Alack, poor gentleman!

24

IV,3,2508

'Tis so; they are afoot.

25

IV,6,2794

O, here he is! Lay hand upon him.- Sir,
Your most dear daughter-

26

IV,6,2800

You shall have anything.

27

IV,6,2805

Good sir-

28

IV,6,2809

You are a royal one, and we obey you.

29

IV,6,2813

A sight most pitiful in the meanest wretch,
Past speaking of in a king! Thou hast one daughter
Who redeems nature from the general curse
Which twain have brought her to.

30

IV,6,2818

Sir, speed you. What's your will?

31

IV,6,2820

Most sure and vulgar. Every one hears that
Which can distinguish sound.

32

IV,6,2824

Near and on speedy foot. The main descry
Stands on the hourly thought.

33

IV,6,2827

Though that the Queen on special cause is here,
Her army is mov'd on.

34

IV,7,2934

Ay, madam. In the heaviness of sleep
We put fresh garments on him.

35

IV,7,3009

Holds it true, sir, that the Duke of Cornwall was so slain?

36

IV,7,3011

Who is conductor of his people?

37

IV,7,3013

They say Edgar, his banish'd son, is with the Earl of Kent
in Germany.

38

IV,7,3017

The arbitrement is like to be bloody.
Fare you well, sir. [Exit.]

39

V,3,3385

Help, help! O, help!

40

V,3,3389

'Tis hot, it smokes.
It came even from the heart of- O! she's dead!

41

V,3,3392

Your lady, sir, your lady! and her sister
By her is poisoned; she hath confess'd it.

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