Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. To shut me out? Poure on, I will endure:
Lear. In such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill,
Lear. Your old kind Father, whose franke heart gaue all,
Lear. O that way madnesse lies, let me shun that:
Lear. No more of that.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Good my Lord enter here.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Prythee go in thy selfe, seeke thine owne ease,
Lear. This tempest will not giue me leaue to ponder
Lear. On things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in,
Lear. In Boy, go first. You houselesse pouertie,
Lear. Exit.
Lear. Nay get thee in; Ile pray, and then Ile sleepe.
Lear. Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are
Lear. That bide the pelting of this pittilesse storme,
Lear. How shall your House‐lesse heads, and vnfed sides,
Lear. Your lop'd, and window'd raggednesse defend you
Lear. From seasons such as these? O I haue tane
Lear. Too little care of this: Take Physicke, Pompe,