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Thou old unhappy traitor!
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The sword is out
that must destroy thee!
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Now let thy friendly hand
put strength enough to it.
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Let go, slave!
Out, dunghill!
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Take my purse.
:33:39
Give the letter which thou find'st
about me to Edmund earl of Gloster.
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Seek him out upon the English party.
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What, is he dead?
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I'm only sorry he had no other
death's-man.
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be remembered.
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His bed is my gaol,
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from the warmth loathed whereof
deliver me.
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Your wife, so I would say,
affectionate servant, Goneril.
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How does the king?
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Madam, sleeps still.
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There are many simple operative
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whose power will close the eye
of anguish.
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O you kind gods!
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Cure this great breach
in his abused nature!