King Lear Quotes

I thought the king had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall
Conferring them on younger strengths
Our daughters’ several dowers
Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
Dearer than eyesight, space, liberty
Here I disclaim all my paternal care
Come not between the dragon and his wrath
When majesty falls to folly – Kent
Her price is fallen
You have so lost a father that you must lose a husband
For we have no such daughter, nor shall we ever see that face of hers again
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides
Why brand they us with base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Our father’s love is to the bastard Edmund as to th’ legitimate. Fine word, ‘legitimate’!
I grow, I prosper
O, villain villain! … Unnatural, detested, brutish
I am better than thou art now, I am a fool, thou art nothing
The hedge sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, that it’s had it head bit off by it young
“asham’d” “shake my manhood”
these hot tears
Thou should’st not have been old till thou had’st been wise
your purpos’d low low correction is such as basest and contemned’st wretches
O how this mother swells up toward my heart
Cry to it nuncle, as the cockney did to the eels when she put ’em i’th’ paste alive
You should be rul’d and led
I will preserve myself… to take the basest and most poorest shape
Poor Tom! That’s something yet: Edgar I nothing am
If you do love old men… send down and take my part
thou art a boil, a plague-sore, or embossed carbuncle
What should you need of more? – Regan
O reason not the need!
Allow not nature more than nature needs, man’s life is as cheap as beast’s
Stirs these daughters’ hearts against their father
let not women’s weapons, water-drops, stain my man’s cheeks!
I will do such things… they shall be the terrors of the earth
the heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Tis’ his own blame… and must needs taste his folly – Goneril
A heath A storm, with thunder and lightning
This scatter’d kingdom – Kent
Blow, winds, And crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
you elements, with unkindness… I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children
servile ministers
I am a man more sinn’d against than sinning
The younger rises when the old doth fall – Edmund
Most savage and unnatural – Edmund
the tempest in my mind doth from my senses take all feeling else
O, I have ta’en too little care of this
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel
Man is no more but such a poor, bare forked animal
I’ll go to bed at noon
He childed as I father’d
Pluck out his eyes
I’ll fetch some flax and whites of eggs to apply to his bleeding face
As flies to wanton boys, are we to th’ gods, they kill us for their sport
Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed – Edgar
Tigers, not daughters – Albany
Thou art a fiend, a woman’s shape doth shield thee – Albany
Holy water from heavenly eyes
Sunshine and rain
Smiles and tears
Dog hearted daughters
Burning shame detains him from Cordelia
Crown’d with rank fumier and furrow-weeds
O dear father! It is thy business that I go about
No blown ambition doth our arms incite, but love
Enter Gloucester and Edgar dressed like a peasant
Fie, fie fie! pah, pah!
I am a king, masters, know you that?
Come not near th’old man: keep out – Edgar
Restoration hang thy medicine on my lips
Thou art a soul in bliss
We two alone will sing like birds i’th’ cage
A brand from heaven
Let’s exchange charity
I am no less in blood than thou art, Edmund
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us
The wheel is come full circle
Twixt two extremes of passion, joy and grief
Some good I mean to do despite of mine own nature
The gods defend her
Enter Lear, with Cordelia (dead) in his arms
Mine eyes are not o’ th’ best
All friends shall taste… the cups of their deservings – Albany
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life and thou no breath at all?
This tough world – Kent
Never, never, never, never, never!
If Edgar live, O bless him
Thy life’s a miracle
A most poor man, made tame to fortune’s blows
you have many opportunities to cut him off (Albany)
If I could bear it longer and not fall quarrel with your great opposeless wills
my… loathed part of nature should burn itself out
it was some fiend
the clearest gods, who make them honours of men’s impossibilities have preserved thee
I am even the natural fool of fortune – Lear