Glou. O, let me kiss that hand ! Lear. Let me wipe it first ; it smells of mortality. Glou. O ruin'd piece of nature ! This great world Shall so wear out to nought. Dost thou know me ? Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough. Dost thou squiny at me ?... King Lear - Page 51by William Shakespeare - 1917 - 218 pagesFull view - About this book
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...apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee. (ilu. O, let me kiss that hand ! ' Glo. O ruin'd piece of nature! This great world Shall so wear out to nought.—Dost thou know me? Lear. Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality. LCHI: I remember thine... | |
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