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• Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• Necessity's sharp pinch! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4
• Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act i, Sc.
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• Out-paramoured the Turk. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Poor Tom 's a-cold. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4