Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Followed the old man forth, he is return'd.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. The King is in high rage.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Whether is he going?
Glo. He cals to Horse, but will I know not whether.
Corn. 'Tis best to giue him way, he leads himself.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. My Lord, entreate him by no meanes to stay.
Glo. Alacke the night comes on, and the high windes
Glo. Do sorely.ruffle, for many Miles about
Glo. There's scarce a Bush.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. O Sir, to wilfull men,
Reg. The iniuries that they themselues procure,
Reg. Must be their Schoole‐Masters: shut vp your doores,
Reg. He is attended with a desperate traine,