1:20:00
For, with throwing
thus my head,
1:20:02
dogs leapt the hatch
and all are fled.
1:20:05
Sessa.
1:20:09
Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
1:20:20
Then let them
anatomize Regan;
1:20:24
see what breeds
about her heart.
1:20:31
Is there any cause
in nature that makes
these hard hearts?
1:20:48
Now, good my lord,
lie here and rest awhile.
1:21:02
You, sir, I entertain to be
one of my hundred;
1:21:09
only I don't like the fashion
of your garments.
1:21:13
You may say they are Persian,
1:21:17
but let them be chang'd.
1:21:25
Oppressed
nature sleeps.
1:21:32
Drive toward Dover, friend.
1:21:35
I have o'erheard
a plot of death
upon him.
1:21:37
From France
there comes a power
landed at our best ports.
1:21:42
Thou shalt receive
both welcome
and protection.