Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glou. Too well, too well.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. This is aboue all strangenesse,
Edg. Vpon the crowne o'th' Cliffe. What thing was that
Edg. Which parted from you?
Glou. Glou.
Glou. A poore vnfortunate Beggar.
Edg. As I stood heere below, me thought his eyes
Edg. Were two full Moones: he had a thousand Noses,
Edg. Hornes wealk'd, and waued like the enraged Sea:
Edg. It was some Fiend: Therefore thou happy Father,
Edg. Thinke that the cleerest Gods, who make them Honors
Edg. Of mens Impossibilities, haue preserued thee.
Glou. I do remember now: henceforth Ile beare
Glou. Affliction, till it do cry out it selfe
Glou. Enough, enough, and dye. That thing you speake of,
Glou. I tooke it for a man: often 'twould say
Glou. The Fiend, the Fiend, he led me to that place.