King Lear by William Shakespeare
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Modo he's call'd, and Mahu.
Glou. Our flesh and blood, my lord, is grown so vile That it doth hate what gets it. Edg. Poor Tom's a-cold. Glou. Go in with me: my duty cannot suffer To obey in all your daughters' hard commands; Though their injunction be to bar my doors, And let this tyrannous night take hold upon you, Yet have I ventur'd to come seek you out And bring you where both fire and food is ready. Lear. First let me talk with this philosopher.-- What is the cause of thunder? Kent. Good my lord, take his offer; go into the house. Lear. I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.-- What is your study? Edg. How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin. |
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