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Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these?

      — King Lear, Act III Scene 4

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KEYWORD: farewell

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1

Cymbeline
[III, 4]

Pisanio

1931

Well, madam, we must take a short farewell,
Lest, being miss'd, I be suspected of
Your carriage from the court. My noble mistress,
Here is a box; I had it from the queen:
What's in't is precious; if you are sick at sea,
Or stomach-qualm'd at land, a dram of this
Will drive away distemper. To some shade,
And fit you to your manhood. May the gods
Direct you to the best!

2

Cymbeline
[III, 5]

Cymbeline

1944

Thus far; and so farewell.

3

Cymbeline
[III, 5]

Cymbeline

1957

My lords, you are appointed for that office;
The due of honour in no point omit.
So farewell, noble Lucius.

4

Cymbeline
[IV, 2]

Arviragus

2351

Brother, farewell.

5

Cymbeline
[V, 3]

Lord

3092

Farewell; you're angry.

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