Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bur. Bur.
Bur. Most Royall Maiesty,
Bur. I craue no more then hath your Highnesse offer'd,
Bur. Nor will you tender lesse?
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Right Noble Burgundy,
Lear. When she was deare to vs, we did hold her so,
Lear. But now her price is fallen: Sir, there she stands,
Lear. If ought within that little seeming substance,
Lear. Or all of it with our displeasure piec'd,
Lear. And nothing more may fitly like your Grace,
Lear. Shee's there, and she is yours.
Bur. I know no answer.
Lear. Will you with those infirmities she owes,
Lear. Vnfriended, new adopted to our hate,
Lear. Dow'rd with our curse, and stranger'd with our oath,
Lear. Take her or, leaue her.
Lear. Bur. Par