Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Do you see this? Looke on her? Looke her lips,
Lear. Looke there, looke there. He dis.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. He faints, my Lord, my Lord.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Breake heart, I prythee breake.
Edg. Looke vp my Lord.
Kent. Vex not his ghost, O let him passe, he hates him,
Kent. That would vpon the wracke of this tough world
Kent. Stretch him out longer.
Edg. He is gon indeed.
Kent. The wonder is, he hath endur'd so long,
Kent. He but vsurpt his life.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Beare them from hence, our present businesse
Alb. Is generall woe: Friends of my soule, you twaine,