:26:00
What can man's wisdom
in the restoring his bereaved sense?
:26:03
There is means, madam.
:26:05
Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.
:26:08
Seek, seek for him,
:26:11
lest his ungoverned rage
dissolves his life!
:26:46
No, they cannot touch me
for coining.
:26:53
I have this right.
:26:59
I am the king himself.
:27:04
Nature's above art
in that respect.
:27:15
There's your press-money.
:27:18
That fellow handles his bow
like a crow-keeper.
:27:21
Draw me a clothier's yard.
:27:25
There's my gauntlet.
:27:28
I'll prove it on a giant.
:27:32
Give the word.
:27:34
- Sweet marjoram.
- Pass.
:27:41
Ha! Goneril!
With a white beard!
:27:47
They flattered me like a dog,
:27:52
and told me I had white hairs
in my beard here.
:27:55
To say 'ay' and 'no' to every
thing that I said!