King Lear
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1:27:21
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.

1:28:18
As flies to wanton boys
are we to th' gods.

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They kill us for their sport.
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Spare speech.
Decline your head;

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this kiss,
if it durst speak,

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would stretch
thy spirits
up into the air.

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Yours in the ranks
of death.

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My most dear
Gloucester.

1:28:59
O, the difference
of man and man!


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