:55:00
If, so perchance, she
has restrained the riots
of your followers,
:55:04
'tis on such ground
and to such
wholesome end
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as clears her
from all blame.
:55:08
My curses on her.
Sir, you are old.
:55:11
Nature in you
stands on the very
verge of his confine.
:55:14
You should be
rul'd and led
by some discretion
:55:17
that discerns your
state better than
you yourself.
:55:20
Therefore, I pray you
that to our sister
you do make return.
:55:24
Say you have wrong'd her.
Ask her forgiveness?
:55:28
Do you but mark
how this becomes the house:
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"Dear daughter,
I confess that I am old;
age is unnecessary.
:55:38
"On my knees I beg
that you vouchsafe me
raiment, bed and food."
:55:42
Good sir, no more;
these are unsightly tricks.
:55:46
Return you to my sister.
Never, Regan.
:55:49
All the stor'd
vengeances of
heaven fall on her!
:55:52
Blest gods!
So will you wish on me
when the rash mood is on.
:55:55
No, Regan.
:55:58
Thou shalt never
have my curse.
:56:01
Thy tender-hearted nature
shall not give thee
o'er to harshness.
:56:06
Her eyes are fierce,
but thine do comfort,
:56:11
not burn.
:56:15
'Tis not in thee
to grudge my pleasures,
:56:19
to cut off my train,
:56:23
to bandy hasty words,
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to oppose the bolt
against my coming in.
:56:29
Thy half of the kingdom
thou hast not forgot
wherein I thee endow'd.
:56:58
O heavens,