King Lear - Fathers, Children & Siblings Flashcards
His breeding…
His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often blushed to acknowledge him that now I am brazed to’t.
But I have a son…
But I have a son, sir, by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account, though this knave came something saucily to the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair, there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged.
Which…
Which of you shall we say doth love us most that we our largest bounty may extend where nature doth with merit challenge?
Unhappy…
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth, I love your majesty according to my bond, no more nor less.
Here…
Here I disclaim all my paternal care, propinquity and property of blood, and as a stranger to my heart and me hold thee from this for ever.
I loved…
I loved her most and thought to set my rest on her kind nursery.
Unfriended…
Unfriended, new-adopted to our hate, dowered with our curse, and strange red with our oath.
I know you…
I know you wish you are, and like a sister am most loath to call you faults as they are named. Love well our father, to your professed bosoms I commit him.
He always…
He always loved our sister most, as with what poor judgement he hath now cast her off appears too grossly.
Wherefore…
Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom and permit the curiosity of nations to deprive me for that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshiner lag of a brother? Why bastard? Wherefore base?
I have heard…
I have heard him oft maintain it to be fit, that sons at perfect age and fathers declined, the father should be as ward to the son, and the son manage his revenue.
This villain…
This villain comes under the prediction: there’s son against father. The king falls from bias of natures; there’s father against child.
… E’er…
E’er since thou masts thy daughters thy mothers; for when thou gavst them the rod and putst down thine own breeches.
The hedge…
The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, it’s had its head but off by its young.
How sharper…
How sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a thankless child.