King Lear (Quarto 1, 1608)
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The Historie of King Lear.
¶Whose reuerence euen the head-lugd beare would lick.
¶Could my good brother suffer you to doe it?
¶A man, a Prince, by him so beniflicted,
¶Send quickly downe to tame the vild offences, it will
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¶Gon. Milke liuerd man
2305That bearest a cheeke for bloes, a head for wrongs,
From thy suffering, that not know'st fools, do those vilains pitty
¶With plumed helme, thy slayer begin threats
.5Alack why does he so?
fiend, 2310so horid as in woman.
¶Gon. O vaine foole!
¶Be-monster not thy feature, wer't my fitnes
¶To let these hands obay my bloud,
¶They are apt enough to dislecate and teare
.5Thy flesh and bones, how ere thou art a fiend,
¶Gon. Marry your manhood now---
¶To his great maister, who thereat inraged
2320Flew on him, and amongst them, feld him dead,
¶Hath pluckt him after.
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