My favorite-ever version of 'King Lear' is the 1971 film by Peter Brooks. He has this enormous fur thing, and it adds enormous gravitas.

I will do such things,--
What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be
The terrors of the earth.

With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?

Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant. What place this is, and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garments. Nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me,
For as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.

The gods are fair, and they use our little vices to punish us

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself