1:00:00
On my knees I beg that you'll
vouchsafe me raiment, bed and food.
1:00:04
Good sir, no more.
1:00:08
These are unsightly tricks.
Return you to my sister.
1:00:10
Never, Regan!
1:00:14
All the stored vengeances of heaven
fall on her ingrateful top!
1:00:16
Strike her young bones,
you taking airs, with lameness!
1:00:20
You nimble lightnings, dart your
blinding flames into her scornful eyes!
1:00:23
Infect her beauty,
to fall and blast her pride!
1:00:29
O the blest gods! So you will wish
on me,
1:00:32
when the rash mood is on.
1:00:37
No, Regan,
thou shalt never have my curse!
1:00:40
Thy tender-hefted nature shall not
give thee over to harshness.
1:00:44
Thou better know'st the bond
of childhood;
1:00:48
Thy half of the kingdom hast thou
not forgot,
1:00:51
wherein I thee endowed.
1:00:53
Good sir, to the purpose.
1:00:57
Who put my man in the stocks?
1:00:59
I set him there, sir.
1:01:01
But his own disorders
deserved much less advancement.
1:01:03
O heavens, if you love old men, if
yourselves are old, take my part!
1:01:26
O Regan, wilt thou take her
by the hand?
1:01:33
Why not by the hand, sir?
1:01:35
All's not offence
that indiscretion finds
1:01:38
and dotage terms so.
1:01:43
I am now from home, and out of that
provision which shall be needful.
1:01:47
Sojourn with my sister,
dismissing half your train.
1:01:50
Return to her?
And fifty men dismist?
1:01:53
No, rather I abjure all roofs.
1:01:57
Return with her?