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* After pretending to be a possessed homeless man for most of the play, Edgar cures his father Gloucester of being [[Driven to Suicide]] by tricking him into thinking that he's jumped off a cliff, and then goes on to win a swordfight against the [[Magnificent Bastard]] (literally) Edmund. And all is right in the land! [[Bittersweet Ending|Kinda]].
* This troper has always loved the First Servant from that play. A nameless servant of Cornwall watches sees his master [[Eye Scream|gouge out Gloucester's eyes]], and draws his sword, shouting:
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I have served you ever since I was a child,
But better service have I never done you
Than now to bid you hold. }}
** He then ''duels his master and fatally wounds him'', dying only when Regan stabs him in the back. This was a [[Badass Bystander|completely nondescript background character]], defeating and killing one of the villains for no reason other than a sense of right and wrong that most of the play's named characters lack.
* Kent's absolute ''evisceration'' of Oswald in 2.2.
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'''Kent:''' A knave; a rascal; an eater of broken meats; a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worsted-stocking knave; a lily-livered, action-taking knave, a whoreson, glass-gazing, super-serviceable finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd, in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mongrel bitch: one whom I will beat into clamorous whining, if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition.
'''Oswald:''' Why, what a monstrous fellow art thou, thus to rail on one that is neither known of thee nor knows thee!
'''Kent:''' What a brazen-faced varlet art thou, to deny thou knowest me! Is it two days ago since I tripped up thy heels, and beat thee before the king? Draw, you rogue: for, though it be night, yet the moon shines; I'll make a sop o' the moonshine of you: draw, you whoreson cullionly barber-monger, draw. }}
** And let's not forget slightly later:
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