Book: King Lear. Page 3

I was thinking
To accept such a miserable, pathetic,
In some people for reasons of poverty,
Contemptuously likening them
Cattle: the person I get dirty with mud,
Will UserEcho hair.

If I were a dog your father
With me you would not have done!

He's probably one of those
Who for the truth once praised;
Since then it has taken the coarseness of the mask
Intentionally: he supposedly can not flatter,
He is honest, direct, and speaks only the truth;
Believe - well, no - he is straight...
These rogues I know in the directness of their
Much more cunning and wiles,
Than two dozen lectively court,
That back bend kind.

Man, you forgot about the respect.

Death to the first one again, sword raised.

Whatever it was, but true
Will be able to be.

He plan it was opened and the wound.

I argued that vengeful gods
Parricide always razyat thunders
That sacred and inviolable bond
Between son and father.

Here, in the dark, he stood with a naked
Sword in hand, and, muttering curses,
The moon cried out for help.

Let the laughing at me, mocking the girl:
For a long time on the shelf she not be, if something happens.

Save us, good heaven, from madness!
Give me strength: I don't want to go crazy!

Should not be old, yet not wiser.

Jester:
And here's a puzzle: why is the Big dipper only seven stars?
Lear:
Because not eight?
Jester:
True. You'd make a great fool!

The rope will give the cap;
Hurry you fool.