Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. Kent.
Kent. Royall Lear,
Kent. Whom I haue euer honor'd as my King,
Kent. Lou'd as my Father, as my Master follow'd,
Kent. As my great Patron thought on in my praiers.
Le. Le.
Le. The bow is bent & drawne, make from the shaft.
Kent. Let it fall rather, though the forke inuade
Kent. The region of my heart, be Kent vnmannerly,
Kent. When Lear is mad, what wouldest thou do old man?
Kent. Think'st thou that dutie shall haue dread to speake,
Kent. When power to flattery bowes?
Kent. To plainnesse honour's bound,
Kent. When Maiesty falls to folly, reserue thy state,
Kent. And in thy best consideration checke
Kent. This hideous rashnesse, answere my life, myiudgement:
Kent. Thy yongest Daughter do's not loue thee least,
Kent. Nor are those empty hearted, whose low sounds
Kent. Reuerbe no hollownesse.