Book: King Lear

The Duke Of Cornish
- Apply here pads!
You sit in them, ignorant and a blowhard!
I'll teach you!
Kent
I'm too old to learn.

Sorry, I took you for the bench.

All root knows her, and if not,
It dies like a dry branch without juice.

What anguish the soul of any slain
Be persistent force times.
All took the old, rigid and inflexible.
We, the young, do not test.

- He died.
- Surprisingly not the same.
Where strength it took to live so long?

In our age the blind madmen leaders

In excess of our forces
We are mistaken, while deprivation
Do not reprove us.

No. Crazy is such a commoner, whose son nobleman. Because you have to be crazy to, being a commoner, to be the son of a nobleman.

But the anger within her rights.

But you hit the target relentlessly.
Look only, do not fall by.

More painful than being bitten by a snake, to have a thankless child.

So the idea of enemies to learn, we tear their hearts -
The more paper.

Who sees how other fate oppressed,
The trouble probably will take.
The only one to suffer - you think:
Killing all, destiny with you in the struggle,
But it's easier to endure suffering for us,
When trouble comes to friends.
Now not serious I have no shame, no pain,
When the grief overwhelmed the king.

A madman who believes that it is possible to tame the wolf, to find out whether healthy horse, to trust in love the boy vows and girls.