Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Corn.
Corn. Fye sir, fie.
Le. Le.
Le. You nimble Lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Le. Into her scornfull eyes: Infect her Beauty,
Le. You Fen‐suck'd Fogges, drawne by the powrfull Sunne,
Le. To fall, and blister.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. O the blest Gods!
Reg. So will you wish on me, when the rash moode is on.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse:
Lear. Thy tender‐hefted Nature shall not giue
Lear. Thee o're to harshnesse: Her eyes are fierce, but thine
Lear. Do comfort, and not burne. 'Tis not in thee
Lear. To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my Traine,
Lear. To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
Lear. And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Lear. Against my comming in. Thou better know'st
Lear. The Offices of Nature, bond of Childhood,