Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gent. Gent.
Gent. 'Tis true (my Lords) he did.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Did I not fellow?
Lear. I haue seene the day, with my good biting Faulchion
Lear. I would haue made him skip: I am old now,
Lear. And these same crosses spoile me. Who are you?
Lear. Mine eyes are not o'th' best, Ile tell you straight.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. If Fortune brag of two, she lou'd and hated,
Kent. One of them we behold.
Lear. This is a dull sight, are you not Kent?
Kent. The same: your Seruant Kent,
Kent. Where is your Seruant Caius?
Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that,
Lear. He'le strike and quickly too, he's dead and rotten.