King Lear Quotes – Edgar

Poor tom	Poor Tom, that’s something yet…Edgar I nothing am.
World	Oh world…thy strange mutations make us hate thee!
Ripeness	Ripeness is all
Cold	Tom’s a-cold
Avenge	This sword, this arm and my best spirits are bent to prove…thou liest
Gods	The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us.
Cliff	Dizzy ’tis to cast one’s eyes so low
Despair	Why do I trifle thus with his despair
Life	Thy life’s a miracle
Sight	Oh, thou side-piercing sight!
Oswald	Ch’ill pick your teethI know thee, a serviceable villain
To Gloucester	Sit you down father, rest you
Reason	Reason in madness
To albany	I can produce a champion that will prove
To Edmund	My name is lost by treason…yet am I nobles as the adversary
About Gloucester’s death	His flawed heart…burst smilingly
Traitor	Thou art a traitor, false to thy gods, thy brother and thy father
about Gloucester	Led him, begged for him, saved him from despair.
End	Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say
End	We that are young shall never see so much nor live so long

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