Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. Foole.
Foole. Let me hire him too, here's my Coxcombe.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. How now my pretty knaue, how dost thou?
Foole. Sirrah, you were best take my Coxcombe.
Lear. Why my Boy?
Foole. Why? for taking ones part that's out of fauour,
Foole. nay, & thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'lt catch
Foole. colde shortly, there take my Coxcombe; why this fellow
Foole. ha's banish'd two on's Daughters, and did the third a
Foole. blessing against his will, if thou follow him, thou must
Foole. needs weare my Coxcombe. How now Nunckle? would
Foole. I had two Coxcombes and two Daughters.
Fool. Fool.
Fool. If I gaue them all my liuing, I'ld keepe my Coxcombes