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... thine and Albany's iffue Be this perpetual.What fays our fecond daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife of Cornwall ? fpeak . Reg . I'm made of that felf - metal as my fifter , And prize me at her worth , in my true heart . I find the names ...
... thine and Albany's iffue Be this perpetual.What fays our fecond daughter , Our dearest Regan , wife of Cornwall ? fpeak . Reg . I'm made of that felf - metal as my fifter , And prize me at her worth , in my true heart . I find the names ...
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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 ! mifereant !. [ Laying his hand on his sword . Alb . Corn . Dear Sir , forbear . Kent . Kill thy phyfician , and thy fee ...
... thine eye . Lear . Now by Apollo- Kent . Now by Apollo , King , Thou fwear'ft thy gods in vain . Lear . O vaffal ! mifereant !. [ Laying his hand on his sword . Alb . Corn . Dear Sir , forbear . Kent . Kill thy phyfician , and thy fee ...
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William Shakespeare. Lear . Thou haft her , France ; let her be thine , for we Have no fuch daughter ; nor fhall ever fee That face of her's again ; therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benizon . Come , Noble Burgundy ...
William Shakespeare. Lear . Thou haft her , France ; let her be thine , for we Have no fuch daughter ; nor fhall ever fee That face of her's again ; therefore be gone Without our grace , our love , our benizon . Come , Noble Burgundy ...
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... thine afs on thy back o'er the dirt ; thou had'ft little wit in thy bald crown , when thou gav'ft thy golden one away . If I fpeak like myself in this ,. let him be whipp'd that firft finds it footh . Fools ne'er had lefs grace in a ...
... thine afs on thy back o'er the dirt ; thou had'ft little wit in thy bald crown , when thou gav'ft thy golden one away . If I fpeak like myself in this ,. let him be whipp'd that firft finds it footh . Fools ne'er had lefs grace in a ...
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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 scant my sizes , And , in conclufion , to oppose the bolt Againft my coming in . Thou better know'it 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 scant my sizes , And , in conclufion , to oppose the bolt Againft my coming in . Thou better know'it The ...
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