Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Did challenge pitty of them. Was this a face
Cor. To be oppos'd against the iarring windes?
Cor. Mine Enemies dogge, though he had bit me,
Cor. Should haue stood that night against my fire,
Cor. And was't thou faine (poore Father)
Cor. To houell thee with Swine and Rogues forlorne,
Cor. In short, and musty straw? Alacke, alacke,
Cor. 'Tis wonder that thy life and wits, at once
Cor. Had not concluded all. He wakes, speake to him.
Gen. Gen.
Gen. Madam do you, 'tis fittest.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. How does my Royall Lord?
Cor. How fares your Maiesty?
Lear. Lear.
Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th' graue,
Lear. Thou art a Soule in blisse, but I am bound
Lear. Vpon a wheele of fire, that mine owne teares
Lear. Do scal'd, like molten Lead.