Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. Owes nothing to thy blasts.
Edg. Enter Glouster, and an Oldman.
Edg. But who comes heere? My Father poorely led?
Edg. World, World, O world!
Edg. But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee,
Edg. Life would not yeelde to age.
Oldm. Oldm.
Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant,
Oldm. And your Fathers Tenant, these fourescore yeares.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,
Glou. Thy comforts can do me no good at all,
Glou. Thee, they may hurt.
Oldm. You cannot see your way.
Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes:
Glou. I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seene,
Glou. Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects
Glou. Proue our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Edgar,