Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. To keepe base life a foote; returne with her?
Lear. Perswade me rather to be slaue and sumpter
Lear. To this detested groome.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. At your choice Sir.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. I prythee Daughter do not make me mad,
Lear. I will not trouble thee my Child: farewell:
Lear. Wee'l no more meete, no more see one another.
Lear. But yet thou art my flesh, my blood, my Daughter,
Lear. Or rather a disease that's in my flesh,
Lear. Which I must needs call mine. Thou art a Byle,
Lear. A plague sore, or imbossed Carbuncle
Lear. In my corrupted blood. But Ile not chide thee,
Lear. Let shame come when it will, I do not call it,
Lear. I do not bid the Thunder‐bearer shoote,
Lear. Nor tell tales of thee to high‐iudging Ioue,
Lear. Mend when thou can'st, be better at thy leisure,
Lear. I can be patient, I can stay with Regan,
Lear. I and my hundred Knights.