Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. No, Ile not weepe, I haue full cause of weeping.
Lear. Storme and Tempest.
Lear. But this heart shal break into a hundred thousand flawes
Lear. Or ere Ile weepe; O Foole, I shall go mad. Exeunt.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Let vs withdraw, 'twill be a Storme.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. This house is little, the old man and's people,
Reg. Cannot be well bestow'd.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. 'Tis his owne blame hath put himselfe from rest,
Gon. And must needs taste his folly.
Reg. For his particular, Ile receiue him gladly,
Reg. But not one follower.
Gon. So am I purpose'd,
Gon. Where is my Lord of Gloster?
Gon. Enter Gloster.