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He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man.

      — Much Ado about Nothing, Act II Scene 1

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KEYWORD: lie

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King Lear
[I, 4]

Fool

695

I have us'd it, nuncle, ever since thou mad'st thy daughters
thy mother; for when thou gav'st them the rod, and put'st down
thine own breeches,
[Sings] Then they for sudden joy did weep,
And I for sorrow sung,
That such a king should play bo-peep
And go the fools among.
Prithee, nuncle, keep a schoolmaster that can teach thy fool to
lie. I would fain learn to lie.

2

King Lear
[I, 4]

Lear

704

An you lie, sirrah, we'll have you whipp'd.

3

King Lear
[III, 6]

Earl of Kent

2037

How do you, sir? Stand you not so amaz'd.
Will you lie down and rest upon the cushions?

4

King Lear
[III, 6]

Earl of Kent

2082

Now, good my lord, lie here and rest awhile.

5

King Lear
[V, 3]

Edmund

3290

In wisdom I should ask thy name;
But since thy outside looks so fair and warlike,
And that thy tongue some say of breeding breathes,
What safe and nicely I might well delay
By rule of knighthood, I disdain and spurn.
Back do I toss those treasons to thy head;
With the hell-hated lie o'erwhelm thy heart;
Which- for they yet glance by and scarcely bruise-
This sword of mine shall give them instant way
Where they shall rest for ever. Trumpets, speak!

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