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... thine and Albany's iffue Be this perpetual . What fays our fecond daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife of Cornwall ? fpeak . CT Beg . I'm made of that felf - metal as my fifter , And prize me at her worth , in my true Heart . ( 1 ) I ...
... thine and Albany's iffue Be this perpetual . What fays our fecond daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife of Cornwall ? fpeak . CT Beg . I'm made of that felf - metal as my fifter , And prize me at her worth , in my true Heart . ( 1 ) I ...
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... thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his band on his fword . Alb . Corn . Dear Sir , forbear . Kent . Kill thy physician , and thy fee ...
... thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifcreant ! [ Laying his band on his fword . Alb . Corn . Dear Sir , forbear . Kent . Kill thy physician , and thy fee ...
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... thine , for we Have no fuch daughter ; nor fhall ever fee That face of hers again ; therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benizon : Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt Lear and Burgundy . France . Bid farewel to ...
... thine , for we Have no fuch daughter ; nor fhall ever fee That face of hers again ; therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benizon : Come , noble Burgundy . [ Flourish . Exeunt Lear and Burgundy . France . Bid farewel to ...
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... thine afs on thy back o'er the dirt ; thou hadft little wit in thy bald crown , when thou gav'ft thy golden one away : if I fpeak like my felf in this , let him be whip'd that first finds it so . Fools ne'er had lefs grace in a year ...
... thine afs on thy back o'er the dirt ; thou hadft little wit in thy bald crown , when thou gav'ft thy golden one away : if I fpeak like my felf in this , let him be whip'd that first finds it so . Fools ne'er had lefs grace in a year ...
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... thine Do comfort , and not burn . ' Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures , to cut off my train , To bandy hafty words , to fcant my fizes , And , in conclufion , to oppose the bolt Againft my coming in . Thou better know'st The ...
... thine Do comfort , and not burn . ' Tis not in thee To grudge my pleasures , to cut off my train , To bandy hafty words , to fcant my fizes , And , in conclufion , to oppose the bolt Againft my coming in . Thou better know'st The ...
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