:50:01
Cordelia,
:50:04
stay a little.
:50:08
What is't
thou say'st?
:50:14
Her voice was ever soft,
:50:17
gentle and low,
:50:21
an excellent thing
in woman.
:50:26
I kill'd the slave
that was a-hanging thee.
:50:30
Did I not, fellow?
:50:37
Who are you?
:50:40
Mine eyes are
not of the best,
I'll tell you straight.
:50:44
Are you not Kent?
:50:45
The same,
your servant Kent.
:50:49
He's dead and rotten.
No, my good lord;
:50:53
I am the very man
:50:55
I'll see that straight.
:50:56
That from your first
of difference and decay
have follow'd your sad steps.
:51:07
You are welcome hither.
:51:12
Nor no man else.
:51:15
And my poor fool
is hang'd.
:51:22
No,
:51:25
no, no life!
:51:31
Why should a dog,
a horse, a rat have life,
:51:35
and thou no breath at all?
:51:42
Thou'lt come no more,
:51:46
never, never,
:51:50
never, never, never.