Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. And thereto adde such reasons of your owne,
Gon. As may compact it more. Get you gone,
Gon. And
Gon. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Gon. And hasten your returne; no, no, my Lord,
Gon. This milky gentlenesse, and course of yours
Gon. Though I condemne not, yet vnder pardon
Gon. You are much more at task for want of wisedome,
Gon. Then prais'd for harmefull mildnesse.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. How farre your eies may pierce I cannot tell;
Alb. Striuing to better, oft we marre what's well.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Nay then ———
Alb. Well, well, th'euent.
Alb. Exeunt.
Alb. Scena Quinta.
Alb. [Act 1, Scene 5]
Alb. Enter Lear, Kent, Gentleman, and Foole.