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King Lear: How hath my fool offended?

Regan: He hath shagged me roughly, against my will, and finished too soon.

King Lear: By force- Pocket? He isn't eight-stone on a feast day- he couldn't shag a cat by force.

Pocket: That's not true, sire. If the cat is distracted with a trout, then - well, uh, never mind.

King Lear: What is your name?

Kent / Caius: Caius.

King Lear: And whence do you hale?

Kent / Caius: From Bonking, Sire.

King Lear: Well, yes, lad as do we all.

And so that is the story of how St. Rufus of Pipewrench was licked to death by marmots.