King Lear by Gareth Hinds & William Shakespeare

Author:Gareth Hinds & William Shakespeare [Hinds, Gareth & Shakespeare, William]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Classics, Comics & Graphic Novels, General
ISBN: 9780763643447
Google: r471iekbeLgC
Publisher: Candlewick Press
Published: 2009-07-15T20:03:41+00:00

Gloucester. 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 loathèd part of nature should

Burn itself out. If Edgar live, O bless him!

Now, fellow, fare thee well.

He falls.

Edgar. Gone, sir, farewell.

21 unnumb‘red idle pebble innumerable pebbles, moved to and fro by the waves to no purpose

23-24 the deficient sight/Topple my failing sight topple me

27 upright i.e., even up in the air, to say nothing of forward, over the cliff

29 Fairies (who are supposed to guard and multiply hidden treasure)

33-34 Why ... if I play on his despair in order to cure it

37-38 fall/To quarrel with rebel against

38 opposeless not to be, and not capable of being, opposed

39 snuff the guttering (and stinking) wick of a burnt-out candle

And yet I know not how° conceit° may rob

The treasury of life, when life itself

Yields to° the theft. Had he been where he thought,

By this had thought been past. Alive or dead?

Ho, you sir! friend! Hear you, sir! speak!

Thus might he pass° indeed: yet he revives.

What are you, sir?

Gloucester. Away, and let me die.

Edgar. Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,

So many fathom down precipitating,°

Thou‘dst shivered like an egg: but thou dost

breathe;

Hast heavy substance; bleed’st not; speak‘st; art

sound.

Ten masts at each° make not the altitude

Which thou hast perpendicularly fell:

Thy life’s° a miracle. Speak yet again.

Gloucester. But have I fall‘n, or no?

Edgar. From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.°

Look up a-height;° the shrill-gorged° lark so far Cannot be seen or heard: do but look up.

Gloucester. Alack, I have no eyes.

Is wretchedness deprived that benefit,

To end itself by death? ‘Twas yet some comfort,

When misery could beguile° the tyrant’s rage

And frustrate his proud will.

Edgar. Give me your arm. Up, so. How is ’t? Feel you° your legs? You stand.

Gloucester. Too well, too well.

Edgar. This is above all strangeness.

Upon the crown o’ th’ cliff, what thing was that

42 how but what

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