Yes, they have.
By Jupiter, I swear, no.
By Juno, I swear, ay.
They durst not do 't;
They could not, would not do 't; 'tis worse than murder,
To do upon respect such
Resolve me, with all modest haste, which way
Thou mightst deserve, or they impose, this
Coming from us.
My lord, when at their home
I did commend your highness' letters to them,
Ere I was risen from the place
My duty kneeling, came there a reeking post,
Stew'd in his haste, half breathless, panting
From Goneril his mistress salutations;
Deliver'd letters, spite of intermission,
Which presently they
read: on whose contents,
They summon'd up their meiny, straight took horse;
Commanded me to follow,
The leisure of their answer; gave me cold looks:
And meeting here the other messenger,
welcome, I perceived, had poison'd mine,
Being the very fellow that of late
Display'd so saucily against
Having more man than wit about me, drew:
He raised the house with loud and coward
Your son and daughter found this trespass worth
The shame which here it suffers.
Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.
Fathers that wear rags
Do make their children blind;
fathers that bear bags
Shall see their children kind.
Fortune, that arrant whore,
Ne'er turns the key to the
But, for all this, thou shalt have as many dolours
for thy daughters as thou canst tell in a year.
O, how this mother swells up toward my heart!
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
below! Where is this daughter?
With the earl, sir, here within.
Follow me not;
Made you no more offence but what you speak of?
How chance the king comes with so small a train?
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