The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 33University Society, 1901 |
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Page 282
... Knave , I thank thee : there's STARF earnest of thy service . [ giving KENT money . Enter the Fool . FOOL . Let me hire him too . Here's my coxcomb . [ offering KENT his cap . LEAR . How now , my pretty Knave ! how dost thou ? FOOL ...
... Knave , I thank thee : there's STARF earnest of thy service . [ giving KENT money . Enter the Fool . FOOL . Let me hire him too . Here's my coxcomb . [ offering KENT his cap . LEAR . How now , my pretty Knave ! how dost thou ? FOOL ...
Page 295
... knave ; a rascal ; an eater of broken meats ; a base , proud , shallow , beggarly , three - suited , hundred- pound , filthy , worsted - stocking knave ; a lily - liver'd , action - taking , whoreson , glass - gazing , superserviceable ...
... knave ; a rascal ; an eater of broken meats ; a base , proud , shallow , beggarly , three - suited , hundred- pound , filthy , worsted - stocking knave ; a lily - liver'd , action - taking , whoreson , glass - gazing , superserviceable ...
Page 297
... knave . 80 CORN . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? KENT . His countenance likes me not . CORN . No more , perchance , does mine , nor his , nor her's . KENT . Sir , ' tis my occupation to be plain : I have seen better ...
... knave . 80 CORN . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? KENT . His countenance likes me not . CORN . No more , perchance , does mine , nor his , nor her's . KENT . Sir , ' tis my occupation to be plain : I have seen better ...
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