Speeches (Lines) for Regan
in "King Lear"

Total: 73

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1

I,1,69

Sir, I am made
Of the selfsame metal that my sister is,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find she names my very deed of love;
Only she comes too short, that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys
Which the most precious square of sense possesses,
And find I am alone felicitate
In your dear Highness' love.

2

I,1,301

Let your study
Be to content your lord, who hath receiv'd you
At fortune's alms. You have obedience scanted,
And well are worth the want that you have wanted.

3

I,1,312

That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.

4

I,1,317

'Tis the infirmity of his age; yet he hath ever but slenderly
known himself.

5

I,1,324

Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this
of Kent's banishment.

6

I,1,330

We shall further think on't.

7

II,1,1025

If it be true, all vengeance comes too short
Which can pursue th' offender. How dost, my lord?

8

II,1,1028

What, did my father's godson seek your life?
He whom my father nam'd? Your Edgar?

9

II,1,1031

Was he not companion with the riotous knights
That tend upon my father?

10

II,1,1035

No marvel then though he were ill affected.
'Tis they have put him on the old man's death,
To have th' expense and waste of his revenues.
I have this present evening from my sister
Been well inform'd of them, and with such cautions
That, if they come to sojourn at my house,
I'll not be there.

11

II,1,1061

Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night.
Occasions, noble Gloucester, of some poise,
Wherein we must have use of your advice.
Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister,
Of differences, which I best thought it fit
To answer from our home. The several messengers
From hence attend dispatch. Our good old friend,
Lay comforts to your bosom, and bestow
Your needful counsel to our business,
Which craves the instant use.

12

II,2,1120

The messengers from our sister and the King

13

II,2,1206

Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too!

14

II,2,1209

Sir, being his knave, I will.

15

II,2,1222

My sister may receive it much more worse,
To have her gentleman abus'd, assaulted,
For following her affairs. Put in his legs.-
[Kent is put in the stocks.]
Come, my good lord, away.

16

II,4,1407

I am glad to see your Highness.

17

II,4,1418

I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope
You less know how to value her desert
Than she to scant her duty.

18

II,4,1422

I cannot think my sister in the least
Would fail her obligation. If, sir, perchance
She have restrain'd the riots of your followers,
'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
As clears her from all blame.

19

II,4,1428

O, sir, you are old!
Nature in you stands on the very verge
Of her confine. You should be rul'd, and led
By some discretion that discerns your state
Better than you yourself. Therefore I pray you
That to our sister you do make return;
Say you have wrong'd her, sir.

20

II,4,1440

Good sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks.
Return you to my sister.

21

II,4,1454

O the blest gods! so will you wish on me
When the rash mood is on.

22

II,4,1468

Good sir, to th' purpose.

23

II,4,1472

I know't- my sister's. This approves her letter,
That she would soon be here.
[Enter [Oswald the] Steward.]
Is your lady come?

24

II,4,1496

I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
If, till the expiration of your month,
You will return and sojourn with my sister,
Dismissing half your train, come then to me.
I am now from home, and out of that provision
Which shall be needful for your entertainment.

25

II,4,1528

Not altogether so.
I look'd not for you yet, nor am provided
For your fit welcome. Give ear, sir, to my sister;
For those that mingle reason with your passion
Must be content to think you old, and so-
But she knows what she does.

26

II,4,1535

I dare avouch it, sir. What, fifty followers?
Is it not well? What should you need of more?
Yea, or so many, sith that both charge and danger
Speak 'gainst so great a number? How in one house
Should many people, under two commands,
Hold amity? 'Tis hard; almost impossible.

27

II,4,1543

Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd to slack ye,
We could control them. If you will come to me
(For now I spy a danger), I entreat you
To bring but five-and-twenty. To no more
Will I give place or notice.

28

II,4,1549

And in good time you gave it!

29

II,4,1554

And speak't again my lord. No more with me.

30

II,4,1564

What need one?

31

II,4,1590

This house is little; the old man and 's people
Cannot be well bestow'd.

32

II,4,1594

For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
But not one follower.

33

II,4,1609

O, sir, to wilful men
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmasters. Shut up your doors.
He is attended with a desperate train,
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.

34

III,7,2125

Hang him instantly.

35

III,7,2150

Ingrateful fox! 'tis he.

36

III,7,2156

Hard, hard. O filthy traitor!

37

III,7,2162

So white, and such a traitor!

38

III,7,2169

Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth.

39

III,7,2172

To whose hands have you sent the lunatic King?
Speak.

40

III,7,2178

And false.

41

III,7,2181

Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at peril-

42

III,7,2184

Wherefore to Dover, sir?

43

III,7,2200

One side will mock another. Th' other too!

44

III,7,2206

How now, you dog?

45

III,7,2209

What do you mean?

46

III,7,2212

Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus?
She takes a sword and runs at him behind.

47

III,7,2221

Out, treacherous villain!
Thou call'st on him that hates thee. It was he
That made the overture of thy treasons to us;
Who is too good to pity thee.

48

III,7,2227

Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
His way to Dover. [Exit one with Gloucester.]
How is't, my lord? How look you?

49

IV,5,2551

But are my brother's pow'rs set forth?

50

IV,5,2553

Himself in person there?

51

IV,5,2556

Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home?

52

IV,5,2558

What might import my sister's letter to him?

53

IV,5,2560

Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out,
To let him live. Where he arrives he moves
All hearts against us. Edmund, I think, is gone,
In pity of his misery, to dispatch
His nighted life; moreover, to descry
The strength o' th' enemy.

54

IV,5,2568

Our troops set forth to-morrow. Stay with us.
The ways are dangerous.

55

IV,5,2572

Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
Transport her purposes by word? Belike,
Something- I know not what- I'll love thee much-
Let me unseal the letter.

56

IV,5,2577

I know your lady does not love her husband;
I am sure of that; and at her late being here
She gave strange eyeliads and most speaking looks
To noble Edmund. I know you are of her bosom.

57

IV,5,2582

I speak in understanding. Y'are! I know't.
Therefore I do advise you take this note.
My lord is dead; Edmund and I have talk'd,
And more convenient is he for my hand
Than for your lady's. You may gather more.
If you do find him, pray you give him this;
And when your mistress hears thus much from you,
I pray desire her call her wisdom to her.
So farewell.
If you do chance to hear of that blind traitor,
Preferment falls on him that cuts him off.

58

IV,5,2595

Fare thee well. Exeunt.

59

V,1,3027

Our sister's man is certainly miscarried.

60

V,1,3029

Now, sweet lord,
You know the goodness I intend upon you.
Tell me- but truly- but then speak the truth-
Do you not love my sister?

61

V,1,3034

But have you never found my brother's way
To the forfended place?

62

V,1,3037

I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
And bosom'd with her, as far as we call hers.

63

V,1,3040

I never shall endure her. Dear my lord,
Be not familiar with her.

64

V,1,3056

Why is this reason'd?

65

V,1,3063

Sister, you'll go with us?

66

V,1,3065

'Tis most convenient. Pray you go with us.

67

V,3,3191

That's as we list to grace him.
Methinks our pleasure might have been demanded
Ere you had spoke so far. He led our powers,
Bore the commission of my place and person,
The which immediacy may well stand up
And call itself your brother.

68

V,3,3200

In my rights
By me invested, he compeers the best.

69

V,3,3203

Jesters do oft prove prophets.

70

V,3,3206

Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
From a full-flowing stomach. General,
Take thou my soldiers, prisoners, patrimony;
Dispose of them, of me; the walls are thine.
Witness the world that I create thee here
My lord and master.

71

V,3,3216

[to Edmund] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine.

72

V,3,3234

Sick, O, sick!

73

V,3,3247

My sickness grows upon me.

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