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They can't arrest me...
I am the king!
I have learned the truth.
I tell you, they are not honest.
They told me that I was everything.
It's a lie.
I am not immune to colds!
There he is. Grab him!
The sight of the king is unbearable...
His one daughter redeems the evil of the other two.
Hello, sir.
How do you do? How can I help you?
Did you hear about the impending war?
Anyone who can hear has heard about it, yes.
How close is the other army is?
They're expected to be here any hour now.
Thank you, sir. That's all.
The Queen is here for a special reason.
Her army is very near.
Thank you, sir.
Gentle gods, please let me die!
I don't want to be tempted to commit suicide again!
Pray well, father.
And who are you, good sir?
A man who has suffered before.
I've had enough sorrow in my life to feel compassion for others.
Give me your hand and I'll lead you to some shelter.
Thank you very much. Bless you.
What good luck!
Your blind head was created to make me rich.
I'll get my promised reward!
The sword is out. Prepare to die!
Welcome, death!
I hope you're strong enough to kill me!
Peasant! How dare you help someone who's been called a traitor?
Get out of here before his luck infects you. Let go of his arm!
I will not go! Not without a good reason!
Do you want to die, slave?
Sir, get on your way and leave this old man alone.
If talk could kill me, I would have died weeks ago!
Keep away, or I'll test if your head is harder than my fist!
Ah! You've defeated me!
Peasant, give the letters you find on me to Edmund.
Find him among the British party.
Oh death!
I know you well.
A hardworking villain that would do any job.
Is he dead?
Sit, father.
Let's see the letters in these pockets; they may help me.
We kill our enemies; reading their letters isn’t so bad.
Remember what we promised.
You will have many opportunities to kill Albany if you have the will to do so.
I am the prisoner of his bed, but you can replace him.
Your affectionate lover,
Goneril.
How limitless is women's ***?
Plotting against her husband's life so that my brother can replace him!
Messenger for lustful murderers, I'll bury you here, cover you with sand.
I'll show this letter to the duke who is plotted against
and tell him of the errand you were carrying out.
Our king is mad.
Ah, my horrible sanity...
that lets me stand and know my great sorrow.
It is better to be mad...
so that the suffering caused by illusions can be forgotten.
Give me your hand. I think I hear the battle approaching.
Let's go, father!