Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. Prythee Nunckle be contented, 'tis a naughtie
Foole. night to swimme in. Now a little fire in a wilde Field,
Foole. were like an old Letchers heart, a small spark, all the rest
Foole. on's body, cold: Looke, heere comes a walking fire.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. This is the foule Flibbertigibbet; hee begins at
Edg. Curfew, and walkes at first Cocke: Hee giues the Web
Edg. and the Pin, squints the eye, and makes the Hare‐lippe;
Edg. Mildewes the white Wheate, and hurts the poore Creature
Edg. of earth.
Edg. Swithold footed thrice the old,
Edg. He met the Night‐Mare, and her nine‐fold;
Edg. Bid her a‐light, and her troth‐plight,
Edg. And aroynt thee Witch, aroynt thee.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. How fares your Grace?
Lear. Lear.
Lear. What's he?
Kent. Who's there? What is't you seeke?