Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. With cadent Teares fret Channels in her cheekes,
Lear. Turne all her Mothers paines, and benefits
Lear. To laughter, and contempt: That she may feele,
Lear. How sharper then a Serpents tooth it is,
Lear. To haue a thanklesse Childe. Away, away.
Lear. Exit.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Now Gods that we adore,
Alb. Whereof comes this?
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Neuer afflict your selfe to know more of it:
Gon. But let his disposition haue that scope
Gon. As dotage giues it.
Gon. Enter Lear.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. What fiftie of my Followers at a clap?
Lear. Within a fortnight?
Alb. What's the matter, Sir?