Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. Which euen but now, demanding after you,
Kent. Deny'd me to come in) returne, and force
Kent. Their scanted curtesie.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. My wits begin to turne.
Lear. Come on my boy. How dost my boy? Art cold?
Lear. I am cold my selfe. Where is this straw, my Fellow?
Lear. The Art of our Necessities is strange,
Lear. And can make vilde things precious. Come, your Houel;
Lear. Poore Foole, and Knaue, I haue one part in my heart
Lear. That's sorry yet for thee.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. He that has and a little‐tyne wit,
Foole. With heigh‐ho, the Winde and the Raine,
Foole. Must make content with his Fortunes fit,
Foole. Though the Raine it raineth euery day.
Le. Le.
Le. True Boy: Come bring vs to this Houell.
Le. Exit.