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A very honest - hearted fellow , and as poor as the king Lear . If thou be as poor
for a subject , as he is for a king , thou art poor enough . What would'st thou ?
Kent . Service . Lear . Who would'st thou serye ? Kent . You . Lear . Dost thou
know ...
A very honest - hearted fellow , and as poor as the king Lear . If thou be as poor
for a subject , as he is for a king , thou art poor enough . What would'st thou ?
Kent . Service . Lear . Who would'st thou serye ? Kent . You . Lear . Dost thou
know ...
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The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars , who , with
roaring voices , Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins , wooden
pricks , nails , sprigs of rosemary : And with this horrible object , from low farms ,
Poor ...
The country gives me proof and precedent Of Bedlam beggars , who , with
roaring voices , Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins , wooden
pricks , nails , sprigs of rosemary : And with this horrible object , from low farms ,
Poor ...
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Fathom and half , fathom and half ! poor Tom ! [ The Fool runs out from the hotel .
Fool . Come not in here , nuncle , here's a spirit .. Help me , help me ! Kent . Give
me thy hand . Who's there ? Fool . A spirit , a spirit ; he says his name's poot Tom
...
Fathom and half , fathom and half ! poor Tom ! [ The Fool runs out from the hotel .
Fool . Come not in here , nuncle , here's a spirit .. Help me , help me ! Kent . Give
me thy hand . Who's there ? Fool . A spirit , a spirit ; he says his name's poot Tom
...
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Let not the creaking of shoes , nor the rustling of silks , betray thy poor heart to
women : Keep thy foot out of brothels , thy hand out of plackets , thy pen from
lenders ' books , and defy the foul fiend . - Still through the hawthorn blows the
cold ...
Let not the creaking of shoes , nor the rustling of silks , betray thy poor heart to
women : Keep thy foot out of brothels , thy hand out of plackets , thy pen from
lenders ' books , and defy the foul fiend . - Still through the hawthorn blows the
cold ...
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Edg . Poor Tom's a - cold . I cannot daub it further72 . [ Aside . Glo . Come hither ,
fellow . Edg . [ Aside . ] And yet I must . - Bless thy sweet eyes , they bleed . Glo .
Know'st thou the way to Dover ? Edg . Both stile and gate , horse - way , and foot
...
Edg . Poor Tom's a - cold . I cannot daub it further72 . [ Aside . Glo . Come hither ,
fellow . Edg . [ Aside . ] And yet I must . - Bless thy sweet eyes , they bleed . Glo .
Know'st thou the way to Dover ? Edg . Both stile and gate , horse - way , and foot
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Página 51 - Lear. O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven ! Keep me in temper : I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edição 13 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalizado | 4 jan. 2007 |
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