Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. Hornes wealk'd, and waued like the enraged Sea:
Edg. It was some Fiend: Therefore thou happy Father,
Edg. Thinke that the cleerest Gods, who make them Honors
Edg. Of mens Impossibilities, haue preserued thee.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. I do remember now: henceforth Ile beare
Glou. Affliction, till it do cry out it selfe
Glou. Enough, enough, and dye. That thing you speake of,
Glou. I tooke it for a man: often 'twould say
Glou. The Fiend, the Fiend, he led me to that place.
Edgar. Edgar.
Edgar. Beare free and patient thoughts.
Edgar. Enter Lear.
Edgar. But who comes heere?
Edgar. The safer sense will ne're accommodate
Edgar. His Master thus.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. No, they cannot touch me for crying. I am the
Lear. King himselfe.
Edg. Edg.