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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

      — King Henry V, Act IV Scene 3

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King Lear
[I, 2]

Edmund

395

If the matter were good, my lord, I durst swear it were his;
but in respect of that, I would fain think it were not.

2

King Lear
[I, 4]

Earl of Kent

559

No, sir; but you have that in your countenance which I would
fain call master.

3

King Lear
[I, 4]

Fool

695

I have us'd it, nuncle, ever since thou mad'st thy daughters
thy mother; for when thou gav'st them the rod, and put'st down
thine own breeches,
[Sings] Then they for sudden joy did weep,
And I for sorrow sung,
That such a king should play bo-peep
And go the fools among.
Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to
lie. I would fain learn to lie.

4

King Lear
[IV, 7]

Cordelia

2946

Had you not been their father, these white flakes
Had challeng'd pity of them. Was this a face
To be oppos'd against the warring winds?
To stand against the deep dread-bolted thunder?
In the most terrible and nimble stroke
Of quick cross lightning? to watch- poor perdu!-
With this thin helm? Mine enemy's dog,
Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
Against my fire; and wast thou fain, poor father,
To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn,
In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once
Had not concluded all.- He wakes. Speak to him.

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