Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. But where the greater malady is fixt,
Lear. The lesser is scarce felt. Thou'dst shun a Beare,
Lear. But if thy flight lay toward the roaring sea,
Lear. Thou'dst meete the Beare i'th' mouth, when the mind's
Lear. free, The bodies delicate: the tempest in my mind,
Lear. Doth from my sences take all feeling else,
Lear. Saue what beates there, Filliall ingratitude,
Lear. Is it not as this mouth should teare this hand
Lear. For lifting food too't? But I will punish home;
Lear. No, I will weepe no more; in such a night,
Lear. To shut me out? Poure on, I will endure:
Lear. In such a night as this? O Regan, Gonerill,
Lear. Your old kind Father, whose franke heart gaue all,
Lear. O that way madnesse lies, let me shun that:
Lear. No more of that.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Good my Lord enter here.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Prythee go in thy selfe, seeke thine owne ease,
Lear. This tempest will not giue me leaue to ponder