Gloucester:
The trick of that voice I do well remember: Is 't not the king?
King Lear:
Ay, every inch a king: When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? Adultery? Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly, Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive!
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