Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Enter Edgar.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Yet better thus, and knowne to be contemn'd,
Edg. Then still contemn'd and flatter'd, to be worst:
Edg. The lowest, and most deiected thing of Fortune,
Edg. Stands still in esperance, liues not in feare:
Edg. The lamentable change is from the best,
Edg. The worst returnes to laughter. Welcome then,
Edg. Thou vnsubstantiall ayre that I embrace:
Edg. The Wretch that thou hast blowne vnto the worst,
Edg. Owes nothing to thy blasts.
Edg. Enter Glouster, and an Oldman.
Edg. But who comes heere? My Father poorely led?
Edg. World, World, O world!
Edg. But that thy strange mutations make vs hate thee,
Edg. Life would not yeelde to age.
Oldm. Oldm.
Oldm. O my good Lord, I haue bene your Tenant,
Oldm. And your Fathers Tenant, these fourescore yeares.
Glou. Glou.