:02:01
Stop her there!
Arms, arms,
sword, fire!
:02:04
Corruption in the place!
False justicer,
why hast thou let her 'scape?
:02:08
O pity! Sir, where is
the patience now that you
so oft have boasted to retain?
:02:17
The dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch and Sweetheart,
see, they bark at me.
:02:20
Tom will throw
his head at them.
Avaunt, you curs!
:02:23
For, with throwing
thus my head,
:02:25
dogs leapt the hatch
and all are fled.
:02:29
Sessa.
:02:33
Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
:02:44
Then let them
anatomize Regan;
:02:48
see what breeds
about her heart.
:02:55
Is there any cause
in nature that makes
these hard hearts?
:03:12
Now, good my lord,
lie here and rest awhile.
:03:25
You, sir, I entertain to be
one of my hundred;
:03:33
only I don't like the fashion
of your garments.
:03:37
You may say they are Persian,
:03:41
but let them be chang'd.
:03:48
Oppressed
nature sleeps.
:03:56
Drive toward Dover, friend.
:03:58
I have o'erheard
a plot of death
upon him.