Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Bur. Bur.
Bur. Pardon me Royall Sir,
Bur. Election makes not vp in such conditions.
Le. Le.
Le. Then leaue her sir, for by the powre that made me,
Le. I tell you all her wealth. For you great King,
Le. I would not from your loue make such a stray,
Le. To match you where I hate, therefore beseech you
Le. T'auert your liking a more worthier way,
Le. Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd
Le. Almost t'acknowledge hers.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. This is most strange,
Fra. That she whom euen but now, was your obiect,
Fra. The argument of your praise, balme of your age,
Fra. The best, the deerest, should in this trice of time
Fra. Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle
Fra. So many folds of fauour: sure her offence
Fra. Must be of such vnnaturall degree,