Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alb. Alb.
Alb. I cannot be so partiall Gonerill,
Alb. To the great loue I beare you.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Pray you content. What Oswald, hoa?
Gon. You Sir, more Knaue then Foole, after your Master.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. Nunkle Lear, Nunkle Lear,
Foole. Tarry, take the Foole with thee:
Foole. A Fox, when one has caught her,
Foole. And such a Daughter,
Foole. Should sure to the Slaughter,
Foole. If my Cap would buy a Halter,
Foole. So the Foole followes after.
Foole. Exit
Gon. This man hath had good Counsell,
Gon. A hundred Knights?
Gon. 'Tis politike, and safe to let him keepe
Gon. At point a hundred Knights: yes, that on euerie dreame,