act 3
Cards (18)
- Kent“There is division... twixt Albany and Cornwall”.
- Lear“Here I stand, your slave,A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man.”
- Lear“I am a manMore sinned against than sinning”
- Lear“My wits begin to turn”
- Gloucester“I like not this unnatural dealing”
- Edmund“The younger rises when the old doth fall”
- Lear“The tempest in my mindDoth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there: filial ingratitude!”
- Lear“Oh I have ta’en too little care of this”
- Gloucester“Our flesh and blood is grown so vile, my Lord, That it doth hate what gets it.”
- Edmund“That nature thus gives Way to loyalty”
- Kent“Where is the patience nowThat thou so oft have boasted to retain”
- Kent“His wits are gone”
- Edgar“My tears begin to take his part so much They mar my counterfeiting”
- Gloucester“I would not seeThy cruel nails pluck out his poor old eyes”
- Gloucester“O my dear follies! Then Edgar was abused”
- Cornwall“Out, vile jelly. Where is thy lustre now”
- Regan“One side will mock another – the other too”
- Regan“Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Dover.”