Alan Webb credited as playing...
Gloucester
- Gloucester: These late eclipses in the sun and moon portend no good to us: in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked between child and father. We have seen the best of our time: machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves.
- Regan: Ingrateful fox!
- Cornwall: O filthy traitor!
- Gloucester: What mean your graces? Good my friends, consider, You are my guests.
- Gloucester: The trick of that voice I do well remember: Is 't not the king?
- King Lear: Ay, every inch a king: When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? Adultery? Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly, Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive!