I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
His word was still,—Fie, foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of a British man.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6.
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