Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. And Market Townes: poore Tom thy horne is dry,
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Then let them Anatomize Regan: See what
Lear. breeds about her heart. Is there any cause in Nature that
Lear. make these hard‐hearts. You sir, I entertaine for one of
Lear. my hundred; only, I do not like the fashion of your garments.
Lear. You will say they are Persian; but let them bee
Lear. chang'd.
Lear. Enter Gloster.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Now good my Lord, lye heere, and rest awhile.
Lear. Make no noise, make no noise, draw the Curtaines:
Lear. so, so, wee'l go to Supper i'th' morning.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. And Ile go to bed at noone.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Come hither Friend:
Glou. Where is the King my Master?