1:44:05
The usurer hangs
the cozener.
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Through tatter'd clothes
great vices do appear.
1:44:13
Robes and furr'd
gowns hide all.
1:44:19
Plate sin with gold,
and the strong lance
of justice hurtless breaks.
1:44:24
Arm it in rags,
a pygmy's straw
does pierce it.
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None does offend.
1:44:35
None.
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I say none.
1:44:41
I'll able 'em.
1:44:44
Take that of me, my friend,
who have the power
to seal th' accuser's lips.
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Get thee glass eyes
and, like a scurvy politician,
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seem to see
the things thou dost not.
1:44:53
Now, now, now, now!
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Here, pull off my boots.
1:45:18
If thou wilt weep my fortunes,
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take my eyes.
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I know thee well enough;
thy name is Gloucester.
1:45:32
Thou must be patient.
1:45:36
We came crying hither.
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Thou know'st
the first time that
we smell the air,
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we wawl and cry.
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I'll preach to thee. Mark.
1:45:49
Alack, alack the day!
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When we are born,
we cry
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that we are come
to this great stage of fools.