:10:06
Tom's a-cold.
:10:10
Is that the naked fellow?
:10:12
Ay, my lord.
Come hither.
:10:16
Know'st thou the way to Dover?
Ay, master.
:10:42
As flies to wanton boys
are we to th' gods.
:10:46
They kill us for their sport.
:11:02
Spare speech.
Decline your head;
:11:05
this kiss,
if it durst speak,
:11:07
would stretch
thy spirits
up into the air.
:11:15
Yours in the ranks
of death.
:11:17
My most dear
Gloucester.
:11:22
O, the difference
of man and man!
:11:25
To thee a woman's
services are due.
:11:29
A fool usurps my bed.
:11:34
I have been worth
the whistle.
:11:36
O Goneril.
:11:38
You are not worth the dust
which the rude wind
blows in your face.
:11:42
I fear your disposition.
:11:44
No more;
the text is foolish.
:11:46
What have you done?
:11:48
Tigers, not daughters,
:11:50
what have you perform'd?
:11:52
Most barbarous
and degenerate,
:11:54
you maddened a father
:11:57
and a gracious aged man.