Duke
of Cornwall Peace, sirrah!
You
beastly knave, know you no reverence?
Earl
of Kent Yes, sir, but anger
hath a privilege.
(King Lear, Act 2, Scene 2, Lines
1135-1138)
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Fiery?
the fiery Duke? Tell the hot Duke that-
No,
but not yet! May be he is not well.
Infirmity
doth still neglect all office
Whereto
our health is bound. We are not ourselves
When
nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind
To
suffer with the body. I'll forbear;
And
am fallen out with my more headier will,
To
take the indispos'd and sickly fit
For
the sound man.
(King Lear, Act 2, Scene 4, Lines
1381-1389)
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Give
me your pardon, sir. I have done you wrong;
But
pardon't, as you are a gentleman.
This
presence knows,
And
you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd
With
sore distraction. What I have done
That
might your nature, honour, and exception
Roughly
awake, I here proclaim was madness.
Was't
Hamlet wrong'd Laertes? Never Hamlet.
If
Hamlet from himself be taken away,
And
when he's not himself does wrong Laertes,
Then
Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it.
Who
does it, then? His madness. If't be so,
Hamlet
is of the faction that is wrong'd;
His
madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
(Hamlet, Act 5, Scene 2, Lines 3863-3876)
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