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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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King Lear
[I, 1] |
Earl of Kent |
192 |
Fare thee well, King. Since thus thou wilt appear,
Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.
[To Cordelia] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,
That justly think'st and hast most rightly said!
[To Regan and Goneril] And your large speeches may your deeds
approve,
That good effects may spring from words of love.
Thus Kent, O princes, bids you all adieu;
He'll shape his old course in a country new. Exit.
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2 |
King Lear
[II, 1] |
Curan |
938 |
You may do, then, in time. Fare you well, sir. Exit.
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3 |
King Lear
[IV, 2] |
Goneril |
2350 |
[to Edmund] Then shall you go no further.
It is the cowish terror of his spirit,
That dares not undertake. He'll not feel wrongs
Which tie him to an answer. Our wishes on the way
May prove effects. Back, Edmund, to my brother.
Hasten his musters and conduct his pow'rs.
I must change arms at home and give the distaff
Into my husband's hands. This trusty servant
Shall pass between us. Ere long you are like to hear
(If you dare venture in your own behalf)
A mistress's command. Wear this. [Gives a favour.]
Spare speech.
Decline your head. This kiss, if it durst speak,
Would stretch thy spirits up into the air.
Conceive, and fare thee well.
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4 |
King Lear
[IV, 5] |
Regan |
2595 |
Fare thee well. Exeunt.
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5 |
King Lear
[IV, 6] |
Edgar |
2634 |
Now fare ye well, good sir.
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6 |
King Lear
[IV, 6] |
Earl of Gloucester |
2638 |
O you mighty gods! He kneels.
This world I do renounce, and, in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off.
If I could bear it longer and not fall
To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff and loathed part of nature should
Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O, bless him!
Now, fellow, fare thee well.
He falls [forward and swoons].
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7 |
King Lear
[IV, 7] |
Gentleman |
3017 |
The arbitrement is like to be bloody.
Fare you well, sir. [Exit.]
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8 |
King Lear
[V, 1] |
Duke of Albany |
3083 |
Why, fare thee well. I will o'erlook thy paper.
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