Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Yet haue I left a daughter.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. You strike my people, and your disorder'd rable,
Gon. make Seruants of their Betters.
Gon. Enter Albany.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Woe, that too late repents:
Lear. Is it your will, speake Sir? Prepare my Horses.
Lear. Ingratitude! thou Marble‐hearted Fiend,
Lear. More hideous when thou shew'st thee in a Child,
Lear. Then the Sea‐monster.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Pray Sir be patient.
Lear. Detested Kite, thou lyest.
Lear. My Traine are men of choice, and rarest parts,
Lear. That all particulars of dutie know,
Lear. And in the most exact regard, support
Lear. The worships of their name. O most small fault,
Lear. How vgly did'st thou in Cordelia shew?