Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Lear.
Lear. O reason not the need: our basest Beggers
Lear. Are in the poorest thing superfluous.
Lear. Allow not Nature, more then Nature needs:
Lear. Mans life is cheape as Beastes. Thou art a Lady;
Lear. If onely to go warme were gorgeous,
Lear. Why Nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st,
Lear. Which scarcely keepes thee warme, but for true need:
Lear. You Heauens, giue me that patience, patience I need,
Lear. You see me heere (you Gods) a poore old man,
Lear. As full of griefe as age, wretched in both,
Lear. If it be you that stirres these Daughters hearts
Lear. Against their Father, foole me not so much,
Lear. To beare it tamely: touch me with Noble anger,
Lear. And let not womens weapons, water drops,
Lear. Staine my mans cheekes. No you vnnaturall Hags,
Lear. I will haue such reuenges on you both,
Lear. That all the world shall ——— I will do such things,
Lear. What they are yet, I know not, but they shalbe
Lear. The terrors of the earth? you thinke Ile weepe,