The Works of Shakespeare, Том 33University Society, 1901 |
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... Friend , I am almost mad myself . I had a son , Now outlaw'd from my blood ; he sought my life , But lately , very late : I lov'd him , Friend , No father his son dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a ...
... Friend , I am almost mad myself . I had a son , Now outlaw'd from my blood ; he sought my life , But lately , very late : I lov'd him , Friend , No father his son dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a ...
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... Friend ; where is the King my master ? KENT . Here , Sir ; but trouble him not ; his wits are gone . GLOU . Good Friend , I pr'ythee , take him in thy arms ; I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him : There is a litter ready ; lay him ...
... Friend ; where is the King my master ? KENT . Here , Sir ; but trouble him not ; his wits are gone . GLOU . Good Friend , I pr'ythee , take him in thy arms ; I have o'erheard a plot of death upon him : There is a litter ready ; lay him ...
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... friend hath lost his friend ; And the best quarrels , in the heat , are curs'd VIII : ZZ 353 By those that feel their sharpness . The question of KING LEAR.
... friend hath lost his friend ; And the best quarrels , in the heat , are curs'd VIII : ZZ 353 By those that feel their sharpness . The question of KING LEAR.
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