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See Edgar's song in _Lear_.
My first thought was, he lied in every word, / That hoary cripple, with malicious eye / Askance to watch the working of his lie / On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford / Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored / Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.