The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 33University Society, 1901 |
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... Oswald . O , you Sir , you , come you hither , Sir : who am I , Sir ? Osw . My Lady's father . LEAR . My Lady's ... OSWALD out . LEAR . Now , my friendly Knave , I thank thee : there's STARF earnest of thy service . [ giving KENT money ...
... Oswald . O , you Sir , you , come you hither , Sir : who am I , Sir ? Osw . My Lady's father . LEAR . My Lady's ... OSWALD out . LEAR . Now , my friendly Knave , I thank thee : there's STARF earnest of thy service . [ giving KENT money ...
Page 289
... OsWALD . 330 How now , Oswald ! What , have you writ that letter to my sister ? Osw . Ay , Madam . GON . Take you some company , and away to horse : Inform her full of my particular fear ; And thereto add such reasons of your own As may ...
... OsWALD . 330 How now , Oswald ! What , have you writ that letter to my sister ? Osw . Ay , Madam . GON . Take you some company , and away to horse : Inform her full of my particular fear ; And thereto add such reasons of your own As may ...
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... Oswald . Is your Lady come ? LEAR . This is a slave , whose easy - borrow'd pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows . Out , Varlet , from my sight ! CORN . What means your Grace ? LEAR . Who stock'd my servant ? Regan , I ...
... Oswald . Is your Lady come ? LEAR . This is a slave , whose easy - borrow'd pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows . Out , Varlet , from my sight ! CORN . What means your Grace ? LEAR . Who stock'd my servant ? Regan , I ...
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