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Edmund.
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Thou call'st on him
that hates thee.
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It was he that
made the discovery
of thy treason to us;
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who is too good
to pity thee.
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Regan,
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give me your arm.
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I bleed.
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Throw him on a dunghill.
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Worid, worid, O worid!
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But that thy strange mutations
make us hate thee,
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life would not yield to age.
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Tom's a-cold.
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Is that the naked fellow?
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Ay, my lord.
Come hither.
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Know'st thou the way to Dover?
Ay, master.