Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glou. He has some reason, else he could not beg.
Glou. I'th' last nights storme, I such a fellow saw;
Glou. Which made me thinke a Man, a Worme. My Sonne
Glou. Came then into my minde, and yet my minde
Glou. Was then scarse Friends with him.
Glou. I haue heard more since:
Glou. As Flies to wanton Boyes, are we to th'Gods,
Glou. They kill vs for their sport.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. How should this be?
Edg. Bad is the Trade that must play Foole to sorrow,
Edg. Ang'ring it selfe, and others. Blesse thee Master.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Is that the naked Fellow?
Oldm. Oldm.
Oldm. I, my Lord.
Glou. Get thee away: If for my sake
Glou. Thou wilt ore‐take vs hence a mile or twaine
Glou. I'th' way toward Douer, do it for ancient loue,