Book: King Lear. Page 4

When I angered nature
I tore out the hearts of all the love.

You, demon with a heart of marble! When
You children are evident - you're terrible
Monsters of the sea!

Does any here know me? No, I'm not Lire!
Does Lear say that? So goes?
But where are his eyes? Il weakened
His sanity? Lethargic mind?
How? I can't sleep? Who can tell me who I am?

The candle went out and we were left in the dark.

Because, you see, mister:
So long the Sparrow fed the cuckoo
That, finally, she struck her top.

And now you're a zero without a figure. I'm better than you now: I am the jester, and you're nothing.

This year fools no luck:
Were the wise men all fools;
Losing your stupid account
In monkeys prevratilsja themselves.

Lear:
You call me a fool, buddy?
Jester:
After all, you yourself gave away all his other titles; and this you were born.

Remember, uncle:
Hide what have,
Keep quiet about what you know
Not all that is, come on,
Do not go, and driving around,
Learn everything weak,
Leave the wine and women,
Skillfully throw the dice
Go less often to visit.
So the more you'll be able to find,
Than two dozen in twenty.

The truth is a yard dog, which kicked out the whip; and Mrs. Greyhound can stay by the fireplace, even when it stinks.

If you are not able to discern which way the wind blows, so will soon catch a cold. Take, take my hat! Think about it, this fellow has banished two of his daughters, and the third blessed against their will. If you want to serve him, you can't have no stupid cap. - Well, uncle! If I have two cap and two daughters!

Don't know, but your face is something that makes me call you my Lord.

My occupation is to just be yourself; serve someone who will trust me; to love someone who is honest; to keep company with someone who is wise and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when necessary, and not a fish*.

Once all this has happened because,
What is not given me a flattering art
Insincere speeches that I used
To Express only what I could
Cases attest - tell everyone
That is not a crime, killing or meanness,
Sin is unclean or dishonest step
I was deprived of the grace of the father,
Oh, it would be better not to be born
You to light than I I to please!
Love
Is not love, since it is dominated by
Calculation.
Total contempt
Reinforced my love Gorenje.
Violating the obedience
You deserve all your misery.
But the evil machinations of the time will find
And secret intention will deserve the shame.