Book: King Lear. Page 2

Kent:
But who with him?
Nobleman:
Only a fool, who vainly wants
Heart pain atsutit.

A raging elements argues.
He asks the wind land in the sea to blow
Il flood wave curly head,
That have changed or have lost everything.

Kent:
Hey, who here, except for storms?
Nobleman:
One whose soul, like a storm, restless.

And we'll leave. Close in the afternoon.

But the heart before
A thousand fragments of broken
Than I'll pay.

The most miserable beggar
In my lack of surplus has.

Not meet not meet again we are more;
But all you're flesh and blood and my daughter.
Or, rather, the disease you're in my flesh
What should I recognize their. You're a plague,
Plague abscess, abscess swollen, nasty
In my sick blood!

You are weak - do not try
Other to seem.

About the heart, as you firmly!
Will carry that too?

Not all the fault that the dementia
Calling fault.

Her eyes are severe, and your
Do not burn, but comforting.

You, lightning, fire, blinding burn out
Haughty eyes! Fog swamp,
Podjetij powerful sun poison
All the beauty of her, kill her in her pride!

We - not we,
When nature makes our spirit
To suffer together with the body.

If an intelligent man will give you the best advice, get my back.