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The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices

Make instruments to plague us.

King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

Her voice was ever soft,

Gentle, and low,—an excellent thing in woman.

King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3.

Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much

That would upon the rack of this tough world

Stretch him out longer.