The Works of Shakespeare, 33권University Society, 1901 |
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... tell him , so much the rent of his land comes to : he will not believe a Fool . LEAR . A bitter Fool ! FOOL . Dost thou know the difference , my Boy , between a bitter fool and a sweet fool ? LEAR . No , Lad ; teach me . FOOL . That ...
... tell him , so much the rent of his land comes to : he will not believe a Fool . LEAR . A bitter Fool ! FOOL . Dost thou know the difference , my Boy , between a bitter fool and a sweet fool ? LEAR . No , Lad ; teach me . FOOL . That ...
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... tell what I can tell . LEAR . What canst tell , Boy ? FOOL . She will taste as like this as a crab does to a crab . Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i ' the middle on ' s face ? LEAR . NO . 20 FOOL . Why , to keep one's eyes of ...
... tell what I can tell . LEAR . What canst tell , Boy ? FOOL . She will taste as like this as a crab does to a crab . Thou canst tell why one's nose stands i ' the middle on ' s face ? LEAR . NO . 20 FOOL . Why , to keep one's eyes of ...
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... tell thee , Friend , I am almost mad myself . I had a son , Now outlaw'd from my blood ; he sought my life , But lately , very late : I lov'd him , Friend , No father his son dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits ...
... tell thee , Friend , I am almost mad myself . I had a son , Now outlaw'd from my blood ; he sought my life , But lately , very late : I lov'd him , Friend , No father his son dearer : true to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits ...
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