KING LEAR

Act 1, Scene 1, lines 32-119

Quarto
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Folio
while we
Unburthened crawl toward death. Our son of Cornwall,
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
May be prevented now.





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