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When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools This' a good block: It were a delicate strategem to shoe A troop of horse with felt: I'll put 't in proof; And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law, Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!
Lear, Scene VI | ||
