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I here take my oath
before this honourable assembly,
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she kicked
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the poor king
her father.
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And here's another,
whose warpt looks proclaim
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what store her heart
is made on.
:10:30
Stop her there!
Arms, arms, sword, fire!
:10:36
Corruption in the place!
:10:38
Then let them
anatomize Regan.
:10:42
See what breeds about her heart.
Is there any cause that makes it hard.
:10:50
You, sir, I entertain
for one of my hundred.
:10:55
Only I do not like the fashion
of your garments.
:10:58
Now, my good lord, lie here
and rest awhile.
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Make no noise, make no noise.
:11:06
Draw the curtains...
:11:09
So, so, so.
:11:13
We'll go to supper
in the morning.
:11:17
So, so, so.
:11:21
And I'll go to bed at noon.
:11:27
Who's there? What is't you seek?
:11:32
What are you there?
Your names?
:11:36
This is the foul fiend! He walks till
the first cock, he gives the web.
:11:41
Aroint thee, witch!
:11:43
What are you?
:11:45
My name is poor Tom!
:11:47
But mice and rats, and such small
deer,
:11:50
Have been Tom's food for seven long
year.
:11:56
What, have your Grace
no better company?
:11:59
Trouble him not. His wits are gone.