Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. Why not by'th' hand Sir? How haue I offended?
Gon. All's not offence that indiscretion findes,
Gon. And dotage termes so.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. O sides, you are too tough!
Lear. Will you yet hold?
Lear. How came my man i'th' Stockes?
Corn. Corn.
Corn. I set him there, Sir: but his owne Disorders
Corn. Deseru'd
Corn. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Corn. Deseru'd much lesse aduancement
Lear. You? Did you?
Reg. Reg.
Reg. I pray you Father being weake, seeme so.
Reg. If till the expiration of your Moneth
Reg. You will returne and soiourne with my Sister,
Reg. Dismissing halfe your traine, come then to me,
Reg. I am now from home, and out of that prouision