Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. But Fathers that beare bags, shall see their children kind.
Foole. Fortune that arrant whore, nere turns the key toth' poore.
Foole. But for all this thou shalt haue as many Dolors for thy
Foole. Daughters, as thou canst tell in a yeare.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Oh how this Mother swels vp toward my heart!
Lear. Historica passio, downe thou climing sorrow,
Lear. Thy Elements below where is this Daughter?
Kent. Kent.
Kent. With the Earle Sir, here within.
Lear. Follow me not, stay here.
Lear. Exit.
Gen. Gen.
Gen. Made you no more offence,
Gen. But what you speake of?
Kent. None:
Kent. How chance the King comes with so small a number?
Foole. Foole.