| My life I never held but as a pawnTo wage against thine enemies, not fear to lost it,Thy safety being motive | Simile |
| Why brandthey us With base? Withbaseness? Bastardy? Base, base? | Alliteration |
| How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it isTo have a thankless child! | Metaphor |
| Thou art a boil, a plague sore or embossed carbuncle, In my corrupted blood. | Metaphor |
| Fortune, good night; smile once more,Turn thy wheel. | Allusion |
| The wheel is come full circle. | Allusion |
| …There she shookThe holy water from her heavenly eyes, And clamour moistened. | Metaphor |
| We two will sing like birds i’ the cage. | Simile |
Literary Devices- King Lear
July 31, 2019