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| " A plague upon you, murderers, trators all! I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever! Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is 't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. I killed the slave that was a-hanging thee" (V. 2. 270-275). |
"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought- executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all shaking thunder, Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack Nature's molds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man!" (III. 2. 1-9) |
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| "Meantime we shall express our darker purpose. Give me the map there. Know that we have divided In three our kingdom; and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age, Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburthened crawl toward death" (I. 1. 30-35). |
Mine enemy's dog, Though he
had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack! 'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once Had not concluded all. He wakes; speak to him." (IV. )
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