Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. And nothing more may fitly like your Grace,
Lear. Shee's there, and she is yours.
Bur. Bur.
Bur. I know no answer.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes,
Lear. Vnfriended, new adopted to our hate,
Lear. Dow'rd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath,
Lear. Take her or, leaue her.
Lear. Bur. Par
Lear. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir,
Bur. Election makes not vp in such conditions.
Le. Le.
Le. Then leaue her sir, for by the powre that made me,
Le. I tell you all her wealth. For you great King,
Le. I would not from your loue make such a stray,
Le. To match you where I hate, therefore beseech you
Le. T'auert your liking a more worthier way,