Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. Kent.
Kent. Good my Lord enter here.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Wilt breake my heart?
Kent. I had rather breake mine owne,
Kent. Good my Lord enter.
Lear. Thou think'st 'tis much that this contentious
Lear. storme Inuades vs to the skin so: 'tis to thee,
Lear. But where the greater malady is fixt,
Lear. The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a Beare,
Lear. But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea,
Lear. Thou'dst meete the Beare i'th' mouth, when the mind's
Lear. free, The bodies delicate: the tempest in my mind,
Lear. Doth from my sences take all feeling else,
Lear. Saue what beates there, Filliall ingratitude,
Lear. Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand
Lear. For lifting food too't? But I will punish home;
Lear. No, I will weepe no more; in such a night,