The complete package for a play's first 30 minutes, with all scripts and guides. The perfect introduction to Cue Script work in the classroom or workshop.
| Code |
Character |
Lines |
First Line |
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| M-460 |
Edgar | 21 |
I heard myselfe proclaim'd |
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| M-461 |
Edgar | 19 |
List a breefe tale,
(Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings,) |
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| M-462 |
Edgar | 23 |
Sit you downe Father: rest you. |
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| M-463 |
Edmond (Bastard) | 27 |
Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship,
(When I disswaded him from his intent,) |
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| M-464 |
Edmond (Bastard) | 24 |
The Duke be here to night? The better best,
(In cunning, I must draw my Sword upon you:) |
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| M-465 |
Edmond (Bastard) | 19 |
The Enemy’s in view, draw up your powers,
(To both these Sisters have I sworne my love:) |
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| M-466 |
Edmond (Bastard) | 19 (prose) |
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that |
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| M-467 |
Edmond (Bastard) | 22 |
Thou Nature art my Goddesse, to thy Law |
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| M-468 |
Foole | 20 |
He that has and a little-tyne wit,
(This is a brave night to coole a Curtizan:) |
|
| M-469 |
Foole | 32 |
Sirha, Ile teach thee a speech.
(Marke it Nuncle;/Why after I have cut the egge i'th'middle and) |
|
| M-470 |
Foole | 16 |
This is a brave night to coole a Curtizan: |
|
| M-471 |
Gloucester | 18 (prose) |
He cannot bee such a Monster. Edmond seeke
(These late Eclipses in the Sun and Moone) |
|
| M-472 |
Lear | 7 |
And my poore Foole is hang'd: no, no, no life? |
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| M-473 |
Lear | 34 |
Blow windes, and crack your cheeks; Rage, blow
(Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine:) |
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| M-474 |
Lear | 22 |
Howle, howle, howle: O you are men of stones, |
|
| M-475 |
Lear | 20 |
I, every inch a King. |
|
| M-476 |
Lear | 17 |
Ile tell thee: Life and death, I am asham'd
(Blastes and Fogges upon thee:) |
|
| M-477 |
Lear | 22 |
O reason not the need: our basest Beggers |
|
| M-478 |
Lear | 25 |
Returne to her? and fifty men dismiss’d?
(I prythee Daughter do not make me mad,) |
|
| M-479 |
Lear | 20 |
The King would speake with Cornwall,
(Fiery? The fiery Duke, tell the hot Duke that—) |
|
| W-460 |
Cordelia | 22 |
I yet beseech your Majesty.
(The Jewels of our Father, with wash'd eies) |
|
| W-461 |
Cordelia | 14 |
O my deere Father, restauratian hang |
|
| W-462 |
Cordelia | 16 |
O thou good Kent, |
|
| W-463 |
Gonerill | 19 |
Did my Father strike my Gentleman for chiding
(By day and night, he wrongs me, every howre) |
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| W-464 |
Gonerill | 18 |
Not only Sir this, your all-lycenc’d Foole, |
|
| W-465 |
Gonerill | 18 |
This admiration Sir, is much o'th'savour |
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| W-466 |
Regan | 24 |
I pray you Father being weake, seeme so.
(I dare avouch it Sir, what fifty Followers?) |
|
| W-467 |
Regan | 19 |
Why should she write to Edmund?
(I know your Lady do’s not love her Husband,) |
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