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O gods ! Who is't can say , 1 am at the worst ? I am worse than e'er I was . Old Man . ' Tis poor mad Tom . Edg . [ aside . ] And worse I may be yet : the worst is not So long as we can say , This is the worst . Old Man .
O gods ! Who is't can say , 1 am at the worst ? I am worse than e'er I was . Old Man . ' Tis poor mad Tom . Edg . [ aside . ] And worse I may be yet : the worst is not So long as we can say , This is the worst . Old Man .
Page 236
You good gods , give me The penitent instrument . to pick that bolt , Then , free for ever ! Is't enough I am sorry ? So children temporal fathers do appease ; Gods are more full of mercy . Must I repent ? I cannot do it better than in ...
You good gods , give me The penitent instrument . to pick that bolt , Then , free for ever ! Is't enough I am sorry ? So children temporal fathers do appease ; Gods are more full of mercy . Must I repent ? I cannot do it better than in ...
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Lady , The gods throw stones of sulphur on me , if That box I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing ; I had it from the queen . Cym . New matter still ? Imo . It poison'd me . Cor . O gods ! I left out one thing which the ...
Lady , The gods throw stones of sulphur on me , if That box I gave you was not thought by me A precious thing ; I had it from the queen . Cym . New matter still ? Imo . It poison'd me . Cor . O gods ! I left out one thing which the ...
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