Paul Scofield credited as playing...
- [first lines]
- King Lear: Know that we have divided In three our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age; Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburthen'd crawl toward death.
- King Lear: My daughters, Which of you shall we say doth love us most?
- King Lear: Come not between the dragon and his wrath.
- King Lear: Where's my fool? I think the world's asleep. Where's that mongrel?
- King Lear: O, you! You, sir. Come you hither, sir: Who am I, sir?
- Oswald: My lady's father.
- King Lear: 'My lady's father'! You whoreson dog! You slave! You cur!
- Oswald: I'll not be struck, my lord!
- Kent: Nor tripped neither, you base football player.
- King Lear: This is nothing, fool.
- Fool: Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?
- King Lear: Why, no, boy; nothing can be made out of nothing.
- King Lear: Who is it that can tell me who I am?
- Fool: Lear's shadow.
- King Lear: How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!
- King Lear: Are my horses ready?
- Fool: Your asses are gone about them.
- Fool: Shalt see thy other daughter will use thee kindly; for though she's as like this as a crab's like an apple, yet I can tell what I can tell.
- King Lear: What canst thou tell, my boy?
- Fool: She will taste as like this as a crab does to a crab.
- Fool: Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i' the middle on's face?
- King Lear: No.
- Fool: Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose; that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
- Fool: Canst tell how an oyster makes his shell?
- King Lear: No.
- Fool: Nor I neither; but I can tell why a snail has a house.
- King Lear: Why?
- Fool: Why, to put his head in; not to give it away to his daughters.
- Fool: The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason.
- King Lear: Because they are not eight?
- Fool: Yes, indeed! Thou wouldst make a good fool.
- Fool: If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'ld have thee beaten for being old before thy time.
- King Lear: How's that?
- Fool: Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.
- King Lear: O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; Keep me in temper: I would not be mad!
- King Lear: Let not women's weapons, water-drops, stain my man's cheeks. No, you unnatural hags!
- King Lear: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's moulds, an germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!
- King Lear: Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall, Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.
- King Lear: I am a man, More sinn'd against than sinning.
