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Doctor

King Lear and Macbeth

Alack, ’tis he! Why, he was met even now

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Cordelia
Alack, ’tis he! Why, he was met even now
As mad as the vexed sea, singing aloud,
Crowned with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds,
With hardocks, hemlock, nettles, cuckooflowers,
Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow
In our sustaining corn. A century send forth.
Search every acre in the high-grown field
And bring him to our eye.
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Act 4
Scene 4
Line 1

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Where have I been? Where am I?

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King Lear
Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?
I am mightily abused; I should e’en die with pity
To see another thus. I know not what to say.
I will not swear these are my hands. Let’s see.
I feel this pinprick. Would I were assured
Of my condition!
Cordelia
O,
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Act 4
Scene 7
Line 59

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This disease is beyond my practice

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Doctor
This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have
known those which have walked in their sleep,
who have died holily in their beds.
Lady Macbeth
Wash your hands. Put on your nightgown.
Look not so pale. I tell you yet again, Banquo’s
buried; he cannot come out on ’s grave.
Doctor
Even so?
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Act 5
Scene 1
Line 62

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What ceremony else?

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Laertes
What ceremony else?
Doctor
Her obsequies have been as far enlarged
As we have warranty. Her death was doubtful,
And, but that great command o’ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified been lodged
Till the last trumpet. For charitable prayers
Shards, flints, and pebbles should be thrown on her.
Yet here she is allowed her virgin crants,
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Act 5
Scene 1
Line 232

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How does your patient, doctor?

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Macbeth
How does your patient, doctor?
Doctor
Not so sick, my lord,
As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies
That keep her from her rest.
Macbeth
Cure her of that.
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
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Act 5
Scene 3
Line 45

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