Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. Eeles, when she put 'em i'th' Paste aliue, she knapt 'em
Foole. o'th' coxcombs with a sticke, and cryed downe wantons,
Foole. downe; 'twas her Brother, that in pure kindnesse to his
Foole. Horse buttered his Hay.
Foole. Enter Cornewall, Regan, Gloster, Seruants.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Haile to your Grace. Kent here set at liberty.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. I am glad to see your Highnesse.
Lear. Regan, I thinke you are. I know what reason
Lear. I haue to thinke so, if thou should'st not be glad,
Lear. I would diuorce me from thy Mother Tombe,
Lear. Sepulchring an Adultresse. O are you free?
Lear. Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,
Lear. Thy Sisters naught: oh Regan, she hath tied
Lear. Sharpe‐tooth'd vnkindnesse, like a vulture heere,
Lear. I can scarce speake to thee, thou'lt not beleeue