Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glou. O let me kisse that hand.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Let me wipe it first,
Lear. It smelles of Mortality.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. O ruin'd peece of Nature, this great world
Glou. Shall so weare out to naught.
Glou. Do'st thou know me?
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough: dost thou
Lear. squiny at me? No, doe thy worst blinde Cupid, Ile not
Lear. loue. Reade thou this challenge, marke but the penning
Lear. of it.
Glou. Were all thy Letters Sunnes, I could not see.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. I would not take this from report,
Edg. It is, and my heart breakes at it.
Lear. Read.