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Erstellt von Emma Lister
vor etwa 9 Jahre
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Kopiert von Micheal Heffernan
vor etwa 8 Jahre
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Frage | Antworten |
KENT: "I thought the King [...]" | "[...] had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall." [1:1] |
LEAR: "Meantime we shall express [...]" | "[...] our darker purpose." [1:1] |
GONERIL: "Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter [...]" | "[...] Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty" [1:1] |
CORDELIA: "I am sure my love's [...]" | "[...] more richer than my tongue." [1:1] |
CORDELIA: "I cannot heave / My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty [...]" | "[...] According to my bond; nor more nor less." [1:1] |
LEAR: "So young, and so untender?" | CORDELIA: "So young, my lord, and true." [1:1] |
LEAR: "[T]hy truth, then [...]" | "[...] be thy dower." [1:1] |
LEAR: "We still retain / The name, and all the additions to a king [...]" | "[...] ; The sway, revenue, execution of the rest, / Beloved sons, be yours[.]" [1:1] |
KENT: "Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak [...]" | "[...] When power to flattery bows?" [1:1] |
KENT: "Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least [...]" | "[...] Nor are those empty-hearted whose low sound / Reverbs no hollowness." [1:1] |
KENT: "See better, Lear; and let me still remain [...]" | "[...] The true blank of thine eye." [1:1] |
KENT: "[Y]our large speeches may your deeds approve [...]" | "[...] That good effects may spring from words of love." [1:1] |
LEAR: "Sir, there she stands: [...]" | "[...] that little seeming substance [...]" [1:1] |
CORDELIA: "If for I want that glib and oily art [...]" | "[...] to speak and purpose not [...]" [1:1] |
CORDELIA: "what I well intend [...]" | "[...] I'll do't before I speak" [ 1:1] |
CORDELIA: "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." [1:1] |
CORDELIA: "I know you what you are [...]" | "And like a sister am most loath to call / Your faults as they are named." [1:1] |
CORDELIA: "Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: [...]" | "[...] Who cover faults, at last shame them derides." [1:1] |
GONERIL: "[I]f our father carry authority with such dispositions as he bears, [...]" | "[...] this last surrender of his will but offend us." [1:1] |
EDMUND: "And pat he comes like the catastrophe of the old comedy: [...]" | "[...] my cue is villanous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam." [1:2] |
EDMUND: "I have told you what I have seen and heard; [...]" | "[...] ; but faintly, nothing like the image and horror of it[.]" [1:2] |
GONERIL: "When he returns from hunting, [...]" | "[...] I shall not see him; tell him I am sick." [1:3] |
GONERIL: "Put on what weary negligence you please, [...]" | "[...] You and your fellows; I'll have it come to question." [1:3] |
GONERIL: "And let his knights have colder looks among you; / What grows of it, no matter [...]" | "[...] advise your fellows so: / I would breed from hence occasions, and I shall." [1:3] |
KENT: "If but as well I other accents borrow, / That can my speech defuse [...]" | "[...] my good intent / May carry through itself to that full issue / For which I razed my likeness." [1:4] |
KENT: "I do profess to be no less than I seem [...]" | "[...] to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest [...]" [1:4] |
KENT: "[Y]ou have that in your countenance [...]" | "[...] which I would fain call master." [1:4] |
KENT: "I can keep honest counsel, ride, run [...]" | "[...] mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly [...]" [1:4] |
LEAR: "I have perceived a most faint neglect of late; [...]" | "[...] which I have rather blamed as mine own jealous curiosity than as a very pretence and purpose of unkindness [...]" [1:4] |
GONERIL: "[P]ut away / These dispositions [...]" | "that of late transform you / From what you rightly are." [1:4] |
LEAR: "Doth any here know me? This is not Lear: [...]" | "[...] Doth Lear walk thus? speak thus? Where are his eyes?" [1:4] |
LEAR: "[B]y the marks of sovereignty, knowledge, and reason [...]" | "[...] I should be false persuaded I had daughters." [1:4] |
LEAR: "O most small fault, [...]" | "[...] How ugly didst thou in Cordelia show!" [1:4] |
LEAR: "Thou shalt find / That I'll resume the shape [...]" | "[...] which thou dost think I have cast off for ever: thou shalt, I warrant thee." [1:4] |
FOOL: "Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i'the middle on's face? [...]" | "[...] Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into." [1:5] |
FOOL: "Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; [...]" | "[...] for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell." [1:5] |
EDMUND: "[H] ave you nothing said [...]" | "[...] Upon his party 'gainst the Duke of Albany? Advise yourself." [2:1] |
EDMUND: "In cunning I must draw my sword upon you [...]" | "[...] Draw; seem to defend yourself; now quit you well. Yield: come before my father." [2:5] |
EDMUND: "Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [...]" | "[...] Of my more fierce endeavour: I have seen drunkards / Do more than this in sport." [2:5] |
GLOUCESTER: "[H]is picture I will send far and near [...]" | "[...] that all the kingdom May have the due note of him [...]" [2:5] |
CORNWALL: "For you, Edmund, / Whose virtue and obedience doth this instant / So much commend itself [...]" | "[...] you shall be ours: / Natures of such deep trust we shall much need [...]" [2:1] |
CORNWALL: "Why art thou angry?" | KENT: "That such a slave as this should wear a sword, / Who wears no honesty." [2:2] |
KENT: "Such smiling rogues as these, / Like rats [...]" | "[...] oft bite the holy cords a-twain / Which are too intrinse t'unloose[.]" [2:2] |
CORNWALL: "This is some fellow, / Who, having been praised for bluntness [...]" | "[...] doth affect / A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb / Quite from his nature[.]" [2:2] |
CORNWALL: "These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness [...]" | "[...] Harbour more craft and more corrupter ends / Than twenty silly ducking observants / That stretch their duties nicely." [2:2] |
KENT: "I know, sir, I am no flatterer: [...]" | "[...] he that beguiled you in a plain accent was a plain knave; which for my part I will not be[.]" [2:2] |
EDGAR: "Whiles I may 'scape, / I will preserve myself: and am bethought [...]" | "[...] To take the basest and most poorest shape / That ever penury, in contempt of man, / Brought near to beast." [2:3] |
EDGAR: "[M]y face I'll grime with filth; Blanket my loins: elf all my hair in knots [...]" | "[...] And with presented nakedness out-face The winds and persecutions of the sky." [2:3] |
EDGAR: "Poor Turlygod! poor Tom! [...]" | "[...] That's something yet: Edgar I nothing am." [2:3] |
FOOL: "All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; [...]" | "[...] and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking." [2:4] |
LEAR: "No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse: [...]" | "[...] Thy tender-hefted nature shall not give / Thee o'er to harshness: her eyes are fierce; but thine / Do comfort and not burn." [2:4] |
GONERIL: "All's not offence that indiscretion finds [...]" | "[...] And dotage terms so." [2:4] |
LEAR: "If only to go warm were gorgeous, [...]" | "[...] Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, / Which scarcely keeps thee warm." [2:4] |
KENT: "There is division, / Although as yet the face of it be cover'd / With mutual cunning [...]" | "[...] 'twixt Albany and Cornwall." [3:1] |
KENT: "For confirmation that I am much more / Than my out-wall [...]" | "[...] open this purse, and take / What it contains." [3:1] |
FOOL: "For there was never yet fair woman [...]" | "[...] but she made mouths in a glass." [3:2] |
LEAR: "And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim [...]" | "[...] What store her heart is made on." [3:6] |
EDGAR: "My tears begin to take his part so much, [...]" | "[...] They'll mar my counterfeiting." [3:6] |
REGAN: "Thou call'st on him that hates thee: it was he [...] | "[...] That made the overture of thy treasons to us; / Who is too good to pity thee." [3:7] |
GLOUCESTER: "O my follies! [...]" | "[...] Then Edgar was abused." [3:7] |
GLOUCESTER: "I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; [...] | "[...] I stumbled when I saw." [4:1] |
GLOUCESTER: "O dear son Edgar, / The food of thy abused father's wrath! [...]" | "[...] Might I but live to see thee in my touch, / I'ld say I had eyes again!" [4:1] |
GLOUCESTER: "I'the last night's storm I such a fellow saw; [...]" | "[...] Which made me think a man a worm; my son / Came then into my mind [...]" [4:1] |
ALBANY: "Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile: [...]" | "[...] Filths savour but themselves." [4:2] |
ALBANY: "[H]owe'er thou art a fiend, [...]" | "[...] A woman's shape doth shield thee." [4:2] |
LEAR: "Your eyes are in a heavy case, your purse in a light [...]" | "[...] but you see how this world goes." [4:6] |
LEAR: "A man may see how this world goes [...]" | "[...] with no eyes." [4:6] |
LEAR: "Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; [...]" | "[...] Robes and furr'd gowns hide all." [4:6] |
LEAR: "Get thee glass eyes; / And like a scurvy politician [...]" | "[...] seem / To see the things thou dost not." [4:6] |
LEAR: "I know not what to say. / I will not swear these are my hands [...]" | "[...] let's see; / I feel this pin prick. Would I were assured / Of my condition!" [4:7] |
EDGAR: "[W]retched though I seem, [...]" | "[...] I can produce a champion that will prove / What is avouch'd there." [5:1] |
LEAR: "[W]e'll live, / And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh [...]" | "[...] at gilded butterflies." [5:3] |
EDGAR: "Maugre thy strength, youth, place, and eminence, / Despite thy victor sword and fire-new fortune, / Thy valour and thy heart, [...]" | "[...] thou art a traitor; / False to thy gods, thy brother, and thy father; / Conspirant 'gainst this high-illustrious prince; / And, from the extremest upward of thy head / To the descent and dust below thy foot, / A most toad-spotted traitor." [5:3] |
EDMUND: "In wisdom I should ask thy name; [...]" | "[...] But, since thy outside looks so fair and warlike, / And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes [...]" [5:3] |
EDGAR: "The bloody proclamation to escape, / That follow'd me so near [...]" | "[...] taught me to shift / Into a madman's rags; to assume a semblance / That very dogs disdain'd [...]" [5:3] |
LEAR: "She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass; [...] | "[...] If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, / Why, then she lives." [5:3] |
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