. De la tragédie de Shakespeare Le Roi Lear : illustré. ver, jamais, jamais, jamais, jamais ! - 310 vous prie, annuler ce bouton ; je vous remercie, monsieur. -Voyez-vous cela ? Regard sur son look, -, - ses lèvres, -Regardez ici, regardez là ! [Meurt. Edgar. Il s'évanouit ! - Mon seigneur, mon seigneur ! Kent. Pause, cœur, je prithee, pause ! Edgar. Lever les yeux, mon seigneur. Kent. Vex pas son fantôme. O, le laisser passer !il hateshimThat serait sur le rack de cette worldStretch dure plus longtemps sur lui. J'Edgar. Il n'est plus là, en effet. Kent. L'étonnant est qu'il a si longtemps il endurd usurpd;mais sa vie. , Albany. Les supporter d'ici. - Notre présent Busi-ness 3

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. Shakespeare's tragedy of King Lear : illustrated. ver, never, never, never, never ! — 310 Pray you, undo this button ; thank you, sir. —Do you see this ? Look on her, — look, — her lips, —Look there, look there ! [Dies. Edgar. He faints ! — My lord, my lord ! Kent. Break, heart; I prithee, break! Edgar. Look up, my lord. Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass !he hateshimThat would upon the rack of this tough worldStretch him out longer. I Edgar. He is gone, indeed. Kent. The wonder is he hath endurd so long;He but usurpd his life. , Albany. Bear them from hence. — Our present busi-ness 320Is general woe. — [To Kent and Edgar] Friends of my soul, you twainRule in this realm, and the gord state sustain. Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go ;My master calls me, I must not say no. Albany. The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.The oldest hath borne most; we that are youngShall never see so much, nor live so long. [Exeunt, with a dead march. NOTES KING LEAR— II l6l. - Norman Gateway — Dover Castle NOTES Introduction The Metre of the Play. — It should be understood at theoutset that metre, or the mechanism of verse, is something alto-gether distinct from the music of verse. The one is matter of rule, the other of taste and feeling. Music is not an absolute necessityof verse; the metrical form is a necessity, being that which consti-tutes the verse. The plays of Shakespeare (with the exception of rhymed pas-sages, and of occasional songs and interludes) are all in unrhymedor blank verse ; and the normal form of this blank verse is illus-trated by i. i. 54 of the present play: As much as child eer lovdor father found. This line, it will be seen, consists of ten syllables, with the evensyllables (2d, 4th, 6th, 8th, and 10th) accented, the odd syllables(1st, 3d, etc.) being unaccented. Theoretically, it is made up of 163 164 Notes five feet of two syllables each, with the accent on the second syll

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