Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. On things would hurt me more, but Ile goe in,
Lear. In Boy, go first. You houselesse pouertie,
Lear. Exit.
Lear. Nay get thee in; Ile pray, and then Ile sleepe.
Lear. Poore naked wretches, where so ere you are
Lear. That bide the pelting of this pittilesse storme,
Lear. How shall your House‐lesse heads, and vnfed sides,
Lear. Your lop'd, and window'd raggednesse defend you
Lear. From seasons such as these? O I haue tane
Lear. Too little care of this: Take Physicke, Pompe,
Lear. Expose thy selfe to feele what wretches feele,
Lear. That thou maist shake the superflux to them,
Lear. And shew the Heauens more iust.
Lear. Enter Edgar, and Foole.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Fathom, and halfe, Fathom and halfe; poore Tom.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. Come not in heere Nuncle, here's a spirit, helpe
Foole. me, helpe me.
Kent. Kent.