Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. What is your study?
Edg. Edg.
Edg. How to preuent the Fiend, and to kill Vermine.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Let me aske you one word in priuate.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Importune him once more to go my Lord,
Kent. His wits begin t'vnsettle.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Canst thou blame him?
Glou. Storm still
Glou. His Daughters seeke his death: Ah, that good Kent,
Glou. He said it would be thus: poore banish'd man:
Glou. Thou sayest the King growes mad, Ile tell thee Friend
Glou. I am almost mad my selfe. I had a Sonne,
Glou. Now out‐law'd from my blood: he sought my life
Glou. But lately: very late: I lou'd him (Friend)
Glou. No Father his Sonne deerer: true to tell thee,
Glou. The greefe hath craz'd my wits. What a night's this?
Glou. I do beseech your grace.