Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. When I do stare, see how the Subiect quakes.
Lear. I pardon that mans life. What was thy cause?
Lear. Adultery? thou shalt not dye: dye for Adultery?
Lear. No, the Wren goes too't, and the small gilded Fly
Lear. Do's letcher in my sight. Let Copulation thriue:
Lear. For Glousters bastard Son was kinder to his Father,
Lear. Then my Daughters got 'tweene the lawfull sheets.
Lear. Too't Luxury pell‐mell, for I lacke Souldiers.
Lear. Behold yond simpring Dame, whose face betweene her
Lear. Forkes presages Snow; that minces Vertue, & do's shake
Lear. the head to heare of pleasures name. The Fitchew, nor
Lear. the soyled Horse goes too't with a more riotous appetite:
Lear. Downe from the waste they are Centaures, though
Lear. Women all aboue: but to the Girdle do the Gods inherit,
Lear. beneath is all the Fiends. There's hell, there's darkenes,
Lear. there is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench,
Lear. consumption: Fye, fie, fie; pah, pah: Giue me an Ounce
Lear. of Ciuet; good Apothecary sweeten my immagination:
Lear. There's money for thee.
Glou. Glou.