Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. Great is his comfort in this Earthly Vale,
King. Although by his sight his sinne be multiplyed.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Stand by, my Masters, bring him neere the King,
Glost. His Highnesse pleasure is to talke with him.
King. Good‑fellow, tell vs here the circumstance,
King. That we for thee may glorifie the Lord.
King. What, hast thou beene long blinde, and now restor'd?
Simpc. Simpc.
Simpc. Borne blinde, and't please your Grace.
Wife. Wife.
Wife. I indeede was he.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. What Woman is this?
Wife. His Wife, and't like your Worship.
Glost. Hadst thou been his Mother, thou could'st haue