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... flings him , helpless as a child , into Cordelia's healing and upholding The gladness of her presence irradiates his mind :Come , let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i ' the cage : arms . 8 .
... flings him , helpless as a child , into Cordelia's healing and upholding The gladness of her presence irradiates his mind :Come , let's away to prison : We two alone will sing like birds i ' the cage : arms . 8 .
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Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [ Wounds his arm . Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . Father , father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? : 40 Enter GLOUCESTER , and Servants with torches .
Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [ Wounds his arm . Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . Father , father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? : 40 Enter GLOUCESTER , and Servants with torches .
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... he charges home My unprovided body , lanced mine arm : But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , roused to the encounter , Or whether gasted by the noise I made , Full suddenly he fled . Glou .
... he charges home My unprovided body , lanced mine arm : But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , roused to the encounter , Or whether gasted by the noise I made , Full suddenly he fled . Glou .
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Weapons ! arms ! What's the matter 50 here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives : He dies that strikes again . What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak .
Weapons ! arms ! What's the matter 50 here ? Corn . Keep peace , upon your lives : He dies that strikes again . What is the matter ? Reg . The messengers from our sister and the king . Corn . What is your difference ? speak .
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Of Bedlam beggars , who with roaring voices Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , sheep - cotes ...
Of Bedlam beggars , who with roaring voices Strike in their numb'd and mortified bare arms Pins , wooden pricks , nails , sprigs of rosemary ; And with this horrible object , from low farms , Poor pelting villages , sheep - cotes ...
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