:08:19
All dark and comfortless!
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Edmund.
:08:31
Thou call'st on him
that hates thee.
:08:34
It was he that
made the discovery
of thy treason to us;
:08:38
who is too good
to pity thee.
:08:43
Regan,
:08:46
give me your arm.
:08:49
I bleed.
:08:53
Throw him on a dunghill.
:09:45
Worid, worid, O worid!
:09:48
But that thy strange mutations
make us hate thee,
:09:51
life would not yield to age.