Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. In ranke, and (not to be endur'd) riots Sir.
Gon. I had thought by making this well knowne vnto you,
Gon. To haue found a safe redresse, but now grow fearefull
Gon. By what your selfe too late haue spoke and done,
Gon. That you protect this course, and put it on
Gon. By your allowance, which if you should, the fault
Gon. Would not scape censure, nor the redresses sleepe,
Gon. Which in the tender of a wholesome weale,
Gon. Mighty in their working do you that offence,
Gon. Which else were shame, that then necessitie
Gon. Will call discreetUnusally, a spacemarker appears in a medial position in this word. It has been inked, presumably erroneously. proceeding.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. For you know Nunckle, the Hedge‐Sparrow
Foole. fed the Cuckoo so long, that it's had it head bit off by it
Foole. young, so out went the Candle, and we were left darkling.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Are you our Daughter?
Gon. Gon.
Gon. I would you would make vse of your good wisedome
Gon. (Whereof I know you are fraught), and put away