Korol Lir
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: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!

:28:05
There I smelt 'em out.
They are not men of their words.

:28:11
They told me I was every thing.
:28:14
Tis a lie. I'm not ague-proof.
:28:16
Is't not the king?
:28:20
Ay, every inch a king!
:28:24
When I do stare,
see how the subject quakes!

:28:29
I pardon that man's life.
:28:32
What was thy cause? Adultery?
Die for adultery? No!

:28:39
Let copulation thrive,
for I lack soldiers.

:28:47
Give me an ounce of civet,
good apothecary,

:28:52
to sweeten my imagination.

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