Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. No my good Lord, I am the very man.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Ile see that straight.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. That from your first of difference and decay,
Kent. Haue follow'd your sad steps.
Lear. You are welcome hither.
Kent. Nor no man else:
Kent. All's cheerlesse, darke, and deadly,
Kent. Your eldest Daughters haue fore‐done themselues,
Kent. And desperately are dead
Lear. I so I thinke.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. He knowes not what he saies, and vaine is it
Alb. That we present vs to him.
Alb. Enter a Messenger.
Edg. Edg.