Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. With how deprau'd a quality. Oh Regan.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. I pray you Sir, take patience, I haue hope
Reg. You lesse know how to value her desert,
Reg. Then she to scant her dutie.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Say? How is that?
Reg. I cannot thinke my Sister in the least
Reg. Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance
Reg. She haue restrained the Riots of your Followres,
Reg. 'Tis on such ground, and to such wholesome end,
Reg. As cleeres her from all blame.
Lear. My curses on her.
Reg. O Sir, you are old,
Reg. Nature in you stands on the very Verge
Reg. Of his confine: you should be rul'd, and led
Reg. By some discretion, that discernes your state