Lear Key Quotes Act 3
Scene Speaker Quote
3:2 Lear “Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage blow!...Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned
the cocks!”
3:2 Lear You sulph’rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe
my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder, strike flat the thick rotundity o’th’world!
3:2 Lear I never gave you kingdom, or called you children, you owe me no subscription….here I stand,
your slave, a poor, infirm, weak and despised old man.”
3:2 Lear “No, I will be the patten of all patience; I will say nothing.”
3:2 Kent “things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers
of the dark, and make them keep their caves.”
3:2 Lear “Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch…”
3:2 Lear “I am a man more sinned against than sinning.”
3:2 Lear “My wits begin to turn.”
3:3 Gloucester “These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home…my old master must be relieved.”
3:3 Edmund “This courtesy forbid thee, shall the Duke instantly know…the younger rises when the old doth
fall.”
3:4 Lear “…this contentious storm invades us to the skin…but where the greater malady is fixed, the
lesser is scarce felt.”
3:4 Lear “Poor naked wretches, whereso’er you are…O! I have ta’en too little care of this. Take physic,
Pomp; expose thyself to feel what wretches feel…”
3:4 Lear “Didst thou give all to thy daughters? And art come to this?”
3:4 Gloucester “My duty cannot suffer t’obey in all your daughters’ hard commands: though their injunction be to
bar my doors, and let this tyrannous night take hold upon you…”
3:4 Lear “First let me talk to this philosopher.”
3:5 Cornwall “I will have my revenge…it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester.”
3:5 Edmund “I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.”
3:6 Kent “All power of his wits have given way to his impatience.”
3:6 Lear “It shall be done; I will arraign them straight. Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer; Thou,
sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she foxes!”
3:6 Lear “Arraign her first; ’tis Goneril…she kicked the poor King her father.”
3:6 Fool “Is your name Goneril?... I took you for a joint-stool”
3:6 Edgar “(Aside) My tears begin to take his part so much, they mar my counterfeiting.”
3:6 Lear “…anatomise Regan, see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes
these hard hearts?”
3:7 Regan/Goneril “Hang him instantly.” / “Pluck out his eyes.”
3:7 Gloucester “You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.”
3:7 Gloucester “Naughty lady, these hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, will quicken, and accuse
thee…”
3:7 Cornwall “See’t shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. Upon these eyes of thine I’ll set my foot.”
3:7 Regan “One side will mock another; th’other too.”
3:7 Regan “Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!”
3:7 Regan” “Thou call’st on him that hates thee; it was he that made the overture of thy treasons to us, who
is too good to pity thee.”
3:7 Gloucester “O my follies! Then Edgar was abused. Kind Gods , forgive me that, and prosper him!”
3:7 Cornwall “Regan I bleed apace: untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.”
Scene Speaker Quote
3:2 Lear “Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage blow!...Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned
the cocks!”
3:2 Lear You sulph’rous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, singe
my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder, strike flat the thick rotundity o’th’world!
3:2 Lear I never gave you kingdom, or called you children, you owe me no subscription….here I stand,
your slave, a poor, infirm, weak and despised old man.”
3:2 Lear “No, I will be the patten of all patience; I will say nothing.”
3:2 Kent “things that love night love not such nights as these; the wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers
of the dark, and make them keep their caves.”
3:2 Lear “Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch…”
3:2 Lear “I am a man more sinned against than sinning.”
3:2 Lear “My wits begin to turn.”
3:3 Gloucester “These injuries the King now bears will be revenged home…my old master must be relieved.”
3:3 Edmund “This courtesy forbid thee, shall the Duke instantly know…the younger rises when the old doth
fall.”
3:4 Lear “…this contentious storm invades us to the skin…but where the greater malady is fixed, the
lesser is scarce felt.”
3:4 Lear “Poor naked wretches, whereso’er you are…O! I have ta’en too little care of this. Take physic,
Pomp; expose thyself to feel what wretches feel…”
3:4 Lear “Didst thou give all to thy daughters? And art come to this?”
3:4 Gloucester “My duty cannot suffer t’obey in all your daughters’ hard commands: though their injunction be to
bar my doors, and let this tyrannous night take hold upon you…”
3:4 Lear “First let me talk to this philosopher.”
3:5 Cornwall “I will have my revenge…it hath made thee Earl of Gloucester.”
3:5 Edmund “I will persevere in my course of loyalty, though the conflict be sore between that and my blood.”
3:6 Kent “All power of his wits have given way to his impatience.”
3:6 Lear “It shall be done; I will arraign them straight. Come, sit thou here, most learned justicer; Thou,
sapient sir, sit here. Now, you she foxes!”
3:6 Lear “Arraign her first; ’tis Goneril…she kicked the poor King her father.”
3:6 Fool “Is your name Goneril?... I took you for a joint-stool”
3:6 Edgar “(Aside) My tears begin to take his part so much, they mar my counterfeiting.”
3:6 Lear “…anatomise Regan, see what breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in nature that makes
these hard hearts?”
3:7 Regan/Goneril “Hang him instantly.” / “Pluck out his eyes.”
3:7 Gloucester “You are my guests: do me no foul play, friends.”
3:7 Gloucester “Naughty lady, these hairs, which thou dost ravish from my chin, will quicken, and accuse
thee…”
3:7 Cornwall “See’t shalt thou never. Fellows, hold the chair. Upon these eyes of thine I’ll set my foot.”
3:7 Regan “One side will mock another; th’other too.”
3:7 Regan “Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus!”
3:7 Regan” “Thou call’st on him that hates thee; it was he that made the overture of thy treasons to us, who
is too good to pity thee.”
3:7 Gloucester “O my follies! Then Edgar was abused. Kind Gods , forgive me that, and prosper him!”
3:7 Cornwall “Regan I bleed apace: untimely comes this hurt. Give me your arm.”
