Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. If thou wilt weepe my Fortunes, take my eyes.
Lear. I know thee well enough, thy name is Glouster:
Lear. Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Lear. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the Ayre
Lear. We wawle, and cry. I will preach to thee: Marke.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Alacke, alacke the day.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. When we are borne, we cry that we are come
Lear. To this great stage of Fooles. This a good blocke:
Lear. It were a delicate stratagem to shoo
Lear. A Troope of Horse with Felt: Ile put't in proofe,
Lear. And when I haue stolne vpon these Son in Lawes,
Lear. Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.
Lear. Enter a Gentleman.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. Oh heere he is: lay hand vpon him, Sir.
Gent. Your most deere Daughter ———
Lear. No rescue? What, a Prisoner? I am euen