Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glou. Away, get thee away: good Friend be gone,
Glou. Thy comforts can do me no good at all,
Glou. Thee, they may hurt.
Oldm. Oldm.
Oldm. You cannot see your way.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. I haue no way, and therefore want no eyes:
Glou. I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seene,
Glou. Our meanes secure vs, and our meere defects
Glou. Proue our Commodities. Oh deere Sonne Edgar,
Glou. The food of thy abused Fathers wrath:
Glou. Might I but liue to see thee in my touch,
Glou. I'ld say I had eyes againe.
Oldm. How now? who's there?
Edg. Edg.
Edg. O Gods! Who is't can say I am at the worst?
Edg. I am worse then ere I was.
Old. Old.
Old. 'Tis poore mad Tom.