Speeches (Lines) for Lear
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Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester. |
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Meantime we shall express our darker purpose.
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Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
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To thee and thine hereditary ever
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Nothing? |
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Nothing can come of nothing. Speak again. |
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How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
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But goes thy heart with this? |
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So young, and so untender? |
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Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower!
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Peace, Kent!
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The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft. |
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Kent, on thy life, no more! |
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Out of my sight! |
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Now by Apollo- |
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O vassal! miscreant! [Lays his hand on his sword.] |
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Hear me, recreant!
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My Lord of Burgundy,
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Right noble Burgundy,
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Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
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Then leave her, sir; for, by the pow'r that made me,
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Better thou
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Nothing! I have sworn; I am firm. |
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Thou hast her, France; let her be thine; for we
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Let me not stay a jot for dinner; go get it ready. [Exit
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What dost thou profess? What wouldst thou with us? |
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What art thou? |
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If thou be'st as poor for a subject as he's for a king, thou
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Who wouldst thou serve? |
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Dost thou know me, fellow? |
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What's that? |
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What services canst thou do? |
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How old art thou? |
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Follow me; thou shalt serve me. If I like thee no worse after
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What says the fellow there? Call the clotpoll back.
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Why came not the slave back to me when I call'd him? |
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He would not? |
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Ha! say'st thou so? |
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Thou but rememb'rest me of mine own conception. I have
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No more of that; I have noted it well. Go you and tell my
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'My lady's father'? My lord's knave! You whoreson dog! you
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Do you bandy looks with me, you rascal? |
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I thank thee, fellow. Thou serv'st me, and I'll love thee. |
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Now, my friendly knave, I thank thee. There's earnest of thy
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How now, my pretty knave? How dost thou? |
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Why, my boy? |
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Take heed, sirrah- the whip. |
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A pestilent gall to me! |
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Do. |
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Why, no, boy. Nothing can be made out of nothing. |
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A bitter fool! |
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No, lad; teach me. |
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Dost thou call me fool, boy? |
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What two crowns shall they be? |
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When were you wont to be so full of songs, sirrah? |
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An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipp'd. |
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How now, daughter? What makes that frontlet on? Methinks you
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Are you our daughter? |
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Doth any here know me? This is not Lear.
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I would learn that; for, by the marks of sovereignty,
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Your name, fair gentlewoman? |
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Darkness and devils!
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Woe that too late repents!- O, sir, are you come?
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[to Goneril] Detested kite, thou liest!
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It may be so, my lord.
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What, fifty of my followers at a clap?
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I'll tell thee. [To Goneril] Life and death! I am asham'd
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Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. Acquaint my
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Ay, boy. |
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Ha, ha, ha! |
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What canst tell, boy? |
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No. |
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I did her wrong. |
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No. |
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Why? |
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I will forget my nature. So kind a father!- Be my horses
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Because they are not eight? |
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To tak't again perforce! Monster ingratitude! |
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How's that? |
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O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven!
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Come, boy. |
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'Tis strange that they should so depart from home,
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Ha!
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What's he that hath so much thy place mistook
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No. |
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No, I say. |
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No, no, they would not! |
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By Jupiter, I swear no! |
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They durst not do't;
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O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
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Follow me not;
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Deny to speak with me? They are sick? they are weary?
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Vengeance! plague! death! confusion!
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Inform'd them? Dost thou understand me, man? |
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The King would speak with Cornwall; the dear father
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O me, my heart, my rising heart! But down! |
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Good morrow to you both. |
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Regan, I think you are; I know what reason
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Say, how is that? |
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My curses on her! |
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Ask her forgiveness?
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[rises] Never, Regan!
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You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
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No, Regan, thou shalt never have my curse.
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Who put my man i' th' stocks? |
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This is a slave, whose easy-borrowed pride
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Who stock'd my servant? Regan, I have good hope
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O sides, you are too tough!
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You? Did you? |
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Return to her, and fifty men dismiss'd?
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I prithee, daughter, do not make me mad.
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Is this well spoken? |
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I gave you all- |
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Made you my guardians, my depositaries;
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Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd
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O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
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Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
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No, I will be the pattern of all patience;
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Let the great gods,
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My wits begin to turn.
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True, my good boy. Come, bring us to this hovel. |
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Let me alone. |
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Wilt break my heart? |
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Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious storm
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Prithee go in thyself; seek thine own ease.
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Hast thou given all to thy two daughters, and art thou come
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What, have his daughters brought him to this pass?
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Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air
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Death, traitor! nothing could have subdu'd nature
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What hast thou been? |
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Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy
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What's he? |
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First let me talk with this philosopher.
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I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
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Let me ask you one word in private. |
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O, cry you mercy, sir.
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Come, let's in all. |
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With him!
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Come, good Athenian. |
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A king, a king! |
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To have a thousand with red burning spits
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It shall be done; I will arraign them straight.
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I'll see their trial first. Bring in their evidence.
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Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before
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She cannot deny it. |
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And here's another, whose warp'd looks proclaim
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The little dogs and all,
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Then let them anatomize Regan. See what breeds about her
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Make no noise, make no noise; draw the curtains.
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No, they cannot touch me for coming;
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Nature 's above art in that respect. There's your press
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Pass. |
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Ha! Goneril with a white beard? They flatter'd me like a dog,
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Ay, every inch a king!
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Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. |
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I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me?
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Read. |
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O, ho, are you there with me? No eyes in your head, nor no
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What, art mad? A man may see how the world goes with no eyes.
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And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold
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If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
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When we are born, we cry that we are come
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No rescue? What, a prisoner? I am even
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No seconds? All myself?
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I will die bravely, like a smug bridegroom. What!
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Then there's life in't. Nay, an you get it, you shall get it
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You do me wrong to take me out o' th' grave.
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You are a spirit, I know. When did you die? |
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Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight,
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Pray, do not mock me.
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Be your tears wet? Yes, faith. I pray weep not.
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Am I in France? |
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Do not abuse me. |
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You must bear with me.
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No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.
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Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
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Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stone.
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This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so,
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Prithee away! |
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A plague upon you, murderers, traitors all!
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Did I not, fellow?
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This' a dull sight. Are you not Kent? |
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He's a good fellow, I can tell you that.
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I'll see that straight. |
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You're welcome hither. |
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Ay, so I think. |
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And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
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