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(sings)
Sleepest or wakest thou, jolly shepherd?
Thy sheep be in the corn.
And for one blast of thy minikin mouth,
Thy sheep shall take no harm.
Purr! The cat is gray.
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(sings)
Are you asleep or awake, happy shepherd?
Your sheep are running around the cornfield.
But if you blow your cute little horn,
Your sheep will be fine.
Purr! The devil-cat is gray.
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LEAR
Arraign her first. 'Tis Goneril. I here take my oath before
this honorable assembly, she kicked the poor king her
father.
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LEAR
Let’s put Goneril on trial first. There she is. I hereby swear before this honored assembly that she kicked her father when he was down.
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FOOL
Come hither, mistress. Is your name Goneril?
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FOOL
Come here, ma'am. Is your name Goneril?
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LEAR
She cannot deny it.
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LEAR
She can’t deny it.
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FOOL
Cry you mercy, I took you for a joint-stool.
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FOOL
I’m so sorry, ma'am, I thought you were a good person, a well-made chair instead of a crude stool.
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LEAR
And here’s another, whose warped looks proclaim
What store her heart is made on. Stop her there!
Arms, arms, sword, fire, corruption in the place!
False justicer, why hast thou let her ’scape?
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LEAR
And here’s Regan, whose grotesque face betrays her twisted heart. Stop her! Guards, guards, use your weapons. Fire! The courtroom is in chaos. You corrupt judge, why did you let her escape?
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EDGAR
Bless thy five wits.
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EDGAR
Bless your heart.
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KENT
(to LEAR) O pity! Sir, where is the patience now,
That thou so oft have boasted to retain?
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KENT
(to LEAR) How sorrowful! Sir, where’s the self-control you used to be so proud of?
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EDGAR
(aside) My tears begin to take his part so much,
They’ll mar my counterfeiting.
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EDGAR
(to himself) I feel so sorry for him that my tears are starting to ruin my disguise.
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LEAR
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart—see, they bark at me.
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LEAR
Look at the three little dogs, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart—all barking at me.
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EDGAR
Tom will throw his head at them.—Avaunt, you curs!
Tooth that poisons if it bite,
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
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EDGAR
Tom will chase them off.—Go away, you mongrels!
Whether your mouth is black or white,
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