Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. This admiration Sir, is much o'th' sauour
Gon. Of other your new prankes. I do beseech you
Gon. To vnderstand my purposes aright:
Gon. As you are Old, and Reuerend, should be Wise.
Gon. Heere do you keepe a hundred Knights and Squires,
Gon. Men so disorder'd, so debosh'd and bold,
Gon. That this our Court infected with their manners,
Gon. Shewes like a riotous Inne; Epicurisme and Lust
Gon. Makes it more like a Tauerne, or a Brothell,
Gon. Then a grac'd Pallace. The shame it selfe doth speake
Gon. For instant remedy. Be then desir'd
Gon. By her, that else will take the thing she begges,
Gon. A little to disquantity your Traine,
Gon. And the remainders that shall still depend,
Gon. To be such men as may besort your Age,
Gon. Which know themselues, and you.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Darknesse, and Diuels.
Lear. Saddle my horses: call my Traine together.
Lear. Degenerate Bastard, Ile not trouble thee;