Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. My Lord, entreate him by no meanes to stay.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. Alacke the night comes on, and the high windes
Glo. Do sorely.ruffle, for many Miles about
Glo. There's scarce a Bush.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. O Sir, to wilfull men,
Reg. The iniuries that they themselues procure,
Reg. Must be their Schoole‐Masters: shut vp your doores,
Reg. He is attended with a desperate traine,
Reg. And what they may incense him too, being apt,
Reg. To haue his eare abus'd, wisedome bids feare.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Shut vp your doores my Lord, 'tis a wil'd night,
Cor. My Regan counsels well: come out oth'storme.
Cor. Exeunt.
Cor. Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Cor. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Cor. Storme still.
Cor. Enter Kent, and a Gentleman, seuerally.