King Lear

ta muallif kitobidan iqtiboslar  King Lear
William Shakespeare

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I yet beseech your majesty,— If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,—that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking.
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Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound Reverbs no hollowness.
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KING LEAR So young, and so untender? CORDELIA So young, my lord, and true.
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I am sure, my love's More richer than my tongue.
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Кира Козарезова
Кира Козарезоваiqtibos olmoqda1 yil oldin
hope his heart is not in the contents.
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Галина
Галинаiqtibos olmoqda1 yil oldin
With cheques as flatteries,—when they are seen abused.
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Арсений
Арсенийiqtibos olmoqda3 yil oldin
He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again
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The mess
The messiqtibos olmoqda5 yil oldin
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land: Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund As to the legitimate: fine word,—legitimate! Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed, And my invention thrive, Edmund the base Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper: Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
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The mess
The messiqtibos olmoqda5 yil oldin
If he dislike it, let him to our sister, Whose mind and mine, I know, in that are one, Not to be over-ruled. Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities That he hath given away! Now, by my life, Old fools are babes again; and must be used With cheques as flatteries,—when they are seen abused.
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The mess
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By day and night he wrongs me; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other, That sets us all at odds: I'll not endure it: His knights grow riotous, and himself upbraids us On every trifle. When he returns from hunting, I will not speak with him; say I am sick: If you come slack of former services, You shall do well; the fault of it I'll answer.
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