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Laer. Lay her i’ the earth : 
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh 
May violets spring ! I tell thee, churlish priest, 
A ministering angel shall my sister be, 
When thou liest howling. 
V. i. 261. 
Ham. An earnest conjuration from the king, 
As England was his faithful tributary, 
As love between them like the palm might flourish, 
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear, 
And stand a comma ’tween their amities, 
And many-such like ’As’es of great charge, 
That, on the view and know of these contents, 
Without debatement further, more or less, 
He should the bearers put to sudden death 
Not shriving-time allow’d. 
V. ii. 38. 
KING LEAR. 
Now, our joy, 
Although our last, not least; to whose young love 
The vines of France and milk of Burgundy 
Strive to be interess’d. 
I. i. 84. 
France. This is most strange, 
That she, that even but now was your best object, 
The argument of your praise, balm of your age, 
The best, the dearest, should in this of trice of time 
Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle 
So many folds of favour. 
I. i. 216. 
He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, 
Weary of all, shall want some. 
That’s a shealed peascod. 
I. iv. 217. 
Fool. Shalt see, thy other daughter will use thee kindly; 
for though she’s as like this as a crab’s like an apple, yet I 
can tell what I can tell. 
Lear. Why, what canst thou tell, my boy ? 
Fool. She will taste as like this as a crab does to a crab. 
Thou canst tell why one’s nose stands i’ the middle on’s 
face ? 
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I, v. 13. 
