Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. Shall of a Corne cry woe, and turne his sleepe to wake.
Foole. For there was neuer yet faire woman, but shee made
Foole. mouthes in a glasse.
Foole. Enter Kent.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. No, I will be the patterne of all patience,
Lear. I will say nothing.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Who's there?
Foole. Foole.
Foole. Marry here's Grace, and a Codpiece, that's a
Foole. Wiseman, and a Foole.
Kent. Alas Sir are you here? Things that loue night,
Kent. Loue not such nights as these: The wrathfull Skies
Kent. Gallow the very wanderers of the darke
Kent. And make them keepe their Caues: Since I was man,
Kent. Such sheets of Fire, such bursts of horrid Thunder,
Kent. Such groanes of roaring Winde, and Raine, I neuer
Kent. Remember to haue heard. Mans Nature cannot carry