Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. He hath Commission from thy Wife and me,
Bast. To hang Cordelia in the prison, and
Bast. To lay the blame vpon her owne dispaire,
Bast. That she for‐did her selfe.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. The Gods defend her, beare him hence awhile.
Alb. Enter Lear with Cordelia in his armes.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Howle, howle, howle: O you are men of stones,
Lear. Had I your tongues and eyes, Il'd vse them so,
Lear. That Heauens vault should crack: she's gone for euer.
Lear. I know when one is dead, and when one liues,
Lear. She's dead as earth: Lend me a Looking‐glasse,
Lear. if
Lear. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Lear. If that her breath will mist or staine the stone,
Lear. Why then she liues.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Is this the promis'd end?
Edg. Edg.