Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. which I haue rather blamed as mine owne iealous curiositie,
Lear. then as a very pretence and purpose of vnkindnesse;
Lear. I will looke further intoo't: but where's my Foole? I
Lear. haue not seene him this two daies.
Knight. Knight.
Knight. Since my young Ladies going into France
Knight. Sir,
Knight. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Knight. Sir, the Foole hath much pined away.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. No more of that, I haue noted it well, goe you
Lear. and tell my Daughter, I would speake with her. Goe you
Lear. call hither my Foole; Oh you Sir, you, come you hither
Lear. Sir, who am I Sir?
Lear. Enter Steward.
Ste. Ste.
Ste. My Ladies Father.
Lear. My Ladies Father? my Lords knaue, you whorson
Lear. dog, you slaue, you curre.