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Edgar: When we our betters see bearing our woes,
We scarcely think our miseries our foes.
Who alone suffers suffers most i' the mind,
Leaving free things and happy shows behind;
But then the mind much sufferance doth o'er-skip,
When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.
How light and portable my pain seems now,
When that which makes me bend makes the king bow;

King Lear, Act 3, Scene 6

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Edgar:  Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler
in the lake of darkness.  Pray, innocent, and beware the
foul fiend.

King Lear, Act 3, Scene 4

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Lear: Thou think'st much that this contentious storm
Invades us to the skin: so 'tis to thee;
But where the greater malady is fix'd,
The lesser is scarce felt.  Thou'dst shun a bear;
But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea,
Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth.  When the mind's
free
The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there.

King Lear, Act 3, Scene 4

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Reagan:  O! sir, to witful men,
The injuries that they themselves procure
Must be their schoolmasters.

King Lear, Act 2, Scene 5

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Lear: And let not women's weapons, water-drops,
Stain my man's cheeks!  No, you unnatural hags,
I will have such revenges on you both
That all the world shall -- I will do such things, --
What they are yet I know not, -- but they shall be
The terrors of the earth.  You think I'll weep;
No, I'll not weep:
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart
Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws
Or ere I'll weep.  O fool!  I shall go mad.

King Lear, Act 2, Scene 5

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Kent: That such a slave as this should wear a sword,
Who wears no honesty.  Such smiling rogues as these,
Like rats, oft bite the holy cords a-twain
Which are too intrinse t'unloose; smooth every passion
That in the natures of their lords rebel;
Bring oil to fire, snow to their colder moods,
Renege, affirm, and turn their halcyon beaks
With every gale and vary of their masters,
Knowing nought, like dogs, but following.
A plague upon your epileptic visage!

King Lear, Act I, Scene 5

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Fool: Thou shouldst not have been old before thou hadst
been wise.

King Lear, Act 1, Scene 5

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Albany: How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell:
Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

King Lear, Act I, Scene 4

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Fool:

Have more than thou showest,
Speak less than thou knowest,
Lend less than thou owest,
Ride more than thou goest,
Learn more than thou trowest,
Set less than thou throwest;
Love thy drink and thy whore,
And keep in-a-door,
And thou shalt have more
Than two tens to a score.

King Lear, Act I, Scene 4

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Edmund: Let me, if not by birth, have lands by wit:
All with me's meet that I can fashion fit.

King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

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Edmund: This is the excellent foppery of the world; that,
when we are sick in fortune, -- often the surfeit of
our own behaviour, -- we make guilty of our disasters
the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were
villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves,
thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance,
drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience
of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by
a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of
whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the
charge of a star!

King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

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Gloucester: We have seen the best of our time:
machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all
ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our
graves.

King Lear, Act 1, Scene 2

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Cordelia: Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides;
Who covers faults, at last shame them derides.

King Lear,  Act 1, Scene 1

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Kent: Let it fall rather, though the fork invade
The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly
When Lear is mad.  What wouldst thou do, old man?
Think'st thou that duty shall have deed to speak
When power to flattery bows?  To plainness honour's
bound
When majesty falls to folly.

King Lear, Act 1, Scene 1