Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. in, aske thy Daughters blessing, here's a night pitties
Foole. neither Wisemen, nor Fooles.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Rumble thy belly full: spit Fire, spowt Raine:
Lear. Nor Raine, Winde, Thunder, Fire are my Daughters;
Lear. I taxe not you, you Elements with vnkindnesse.
Lear. I neuer gaue you Kingdome, call'd you Children;
Lear. You owe me no subscription. Then let fall
Lear. Your horrible pleasure. Heere I stand your Slaue,
Lear. A poore, infirme, weake, and dispis'd old man:
Lear. But yet I call you Seruile Ministers,
Lear. That will with two pernicious Daughters ioyne
Lear. Your high‐engender'd Battailes, 'gainst a head
Lear. So old, and white as this. O, ho! 'tis foule.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. He that has a house to put's head in, has a good
Foole. Head‐peece:
Foole. The Codpiece that will house, before the head has any;
Foole. The Head, and he shall Lowse: so Beggers marry many.
Foole. The man y makes his Toe, what he his Hart shold make,