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As flies to wanton boys
are we to th' gods.
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They kill us for their sport.
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Spare speech.
Decline your head;
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this kiss,
if it durst speak,
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would stretch
thy spirits
up into the air.
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Yours in the ranks
of death.
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My most dear
Gloucester.
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O, the difference
of man and man!
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To thee a woman's
services are due.
1:29:05
A fool usurps my bed.
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I have been worth
the whistle.
1:29:12
O Goneril.
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You are not worth the dust
which the rude wind
blows in your face.
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I fear your disposition.
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No more;
the text is foolish.
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What have you done?
1:29:24
Tigers, not daughters,
1:29:27
what have you perform'd?
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Most barbarous
and degenerate,
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you maddened a father
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and a gracious aged man.
1:29:38
Humanity perforce
doth prey upon itself,
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like monsters of the deep.
1:29:43
Milk-liver'd man!
Where's thy drum?
1:29:47
France spreads
his banners in our land,
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whil'st thou, a moral fool,
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sits still and cries,
"Alack, why does he so?"
1:29:57
See yourself, devil!
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O vain fool!