Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Sir, do you know me?
Lear. Lear.
Lear. You are a spirit I know, where did you dye?
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Still, still, farre wide.
Gen. Gen.
Gen. He's scarse awake,
Gen. Let him alone a while.
Lear. Where haue I bin?
Lear. Where am I? Faire day light?
Lear. I am mightily abus'd; I should eu'n dye with pitty
Lear. To see another thus. I know not what to say:
Lear. I will not sweare these are my hands: let's see,
Lear. I feele this pin pricke, would I were assur'd
Lear. Of my condition.
Cor. O looke vpon me Sir,
Cor. And hold your hand in benediction o're me,
Cor. You must not kneele.