:28:03
Let it stamp wrinkles
in her brow of youth.
:28:07
With cadent tears
fret channels in her cheeks.
:28:11
Turn all her mother's
pains and benefits
to laughter and contempt,
:28:17
that she may feel
how sharper than
a serpent's tooth it is
:28:23
to have a thankless child.
:28:42
Are my horses
ready?
:28:44
Your asses are
gone about them.
:28:49
Have you writ
that letter
to my sister?
:28:51
Ay, madam.
:28:53
Inform her full
of my particular fear.
Get you gone.
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I cannot be so
partial, Goneril,
:29:09
to the great love
I bear you.
:29:11
I pray you content.
:29:43
Shalt see thy
other daughter
will use thee kindly;
:29:46
for although she's
as like this as a crab's
like an apple,
:29:49
yet I can tell
what I can tell.
:29:51
What canst tell, boy?
:29:53
That she will taste
as like this as a crab
does to a crab.