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...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....your majesty ? LEAR. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave : — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears...

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