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affected i.i
i thought the king had more affected Albany than Cornwall
son i.i
i have a son by order of law who is yet no dearer in my account
nine i.i
edmund hath been out 9 years and away he shall again
joy i.i
now our joy cordelia
husbands i.i
why have my sisters husbands if they say they love you all
nursey i.i
i loved her most and thought to set my rest on her kind nursery
(kent) father i.i
loved as my father
price i.i
now her price is fallen
jewels i.i
the jewels of our father with washed eyes cordelia leaves you
infirmity
tis the infirmity of his age
generous i.ii
wherefore base when my mind as generous and my shape as true
stand up i.ii
now gods stand up for bastards
letter i.ii
i find the letter not fit for your overlooking
ursa major i.ii
my nativity was under ursa major so that it follows i am rough and lecherous
lands i.ii
let me if not by birth have lands by wit
babes i.iii
old fools are babes again and must be used with checks as flatteries when they are seen abused
titles i.iv
all thy other titles thou hast given away [except fool] that thou wast born with
mothers i.iv
thou madest thy daughters thy mothers
sterility i.iv
into her womb convey sterility dry up her organs of increase
thankless i.iv
how sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a thankless child
shape ii.iii
i will take the basest and most poorest shape
edgar ii.iii
edgar i nothing am
fortune ii.iv
fortune that arrant whore never turns the key to the poor
state ii.iv
you should be ruled and led by some discretion that discerns your state better than yourself
scornful ii.iv
nimble lightnings dart your blinding flames into gonerils scornful eyes
mood ii.iv
so will you wish on me when the rash mood is on
plague sore ii.iv
goneril art a plague-sore in my corrupted blood
cheeks i.iv
let not womens weapons water drops stain my cheeks
spit iii.ii
spit fire spout rain
younger iii.iii
the younger rises when the old doth fall
tempest iii.iv
this tempest in my mind doth from my senses take all feeling else
naked iii.iv
poor naked wretches wheresoever you are that bide the pelting of this pitiless storm
care iii.iv
o i have taken too little care of this
superflux iii.iv
expose thyself to feel what wretches feel that thou mayst shake the superflux to them and show the heavens more just
dearer iii.iv
i loved edgar friend nor father his son dearer the grief hath crazed my wits
love iii.v
thou edmund shalt find a dearer father in my love
kindness iii.iv
the gods reward your kindness
tom away iii.vi
he childed as i fathered tom away
sword iii.vii
better service have i never done you than now to bid your sword
horrid iii.viii
edmund enkindle all the sparks of nature to quit this horrid act
monsters iii.vii
if she live long and meet the course of death women will all turn monsters
stumbled iv.i
i stumbled when i saw
wanton iv.i
as flies to wanton boys are we to the gods they kill us for their sport
lead iv.i
tis the times plague when madmen lead the blind
humbled iv.i
take this purse thou whom the heavens plagues have humbled to all strokes
usurps iv.ii
a fool usurps my bed
filfths iv.ii
filfths savour but themselves
milk-liverd iv.ii
milk-livered man
sunshine iv.iii
you have seen sunshine and rain at once her smiles and tears were like a better way
heavenly iv.iii
then she shook the holy water from her heavenly eyes
govern iv.iii
the stars above us govern our conditions
secrets iv.iv
all blest secrets spring with my tears be aidant and remediate in the good mans distress
opposeless iv.vi
to quarrel with your great opposeless wills my snuff and loathed part of nature should burn itself out
bastard iv.vi
gloucesters bastard son was kinder to his father than my daughters
stage iv.vi
when we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools
ever-gentle iv.vi
you ever-gentle gods take my breath from me
breech iv.vii
o you kind gods cure this great breech in abused nature
molten
thou art a soul in bliss but i am bound upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears do scald like molten lead
foxes v.iii
he that parts us shall bring a brand from heaven and fire us hence like foxes
canker-bit v.iii
my name is lost by treasons tooth bare-gnawn and canker-bit
blood v.iii
i am no less in blood than thou art edmund
instruments v.iii
the gods are just and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us
circle v.iii
the wheel is come full circle i am here
judgement v.iii
the judgement of the heavens that makes us tremble touches us not with pity
despite v.iii
some good i mean to do despite of mine own nature
dead v.iii
i know when one is dead and when one lives shes dead as earth
rat v.iii
why should a dog a horse a rat have life and thou no breath at all
master v.iii
my master calls me i must not say no