Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. the head to heare of pleasures name. The Fitchew, nor
Lear. the soyled Horse goes too't with a more riotous appetite:
Lear. Downe from the waste they are Centaures, though
Lear. Women all aboue: but to the Girdle do the Gods inherit,
Lear. beneath is all the Fiends. There's hell, there's darkenes,
Lear. there is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench,
Lear. consumption: Fye, fie, fie; pah, pah: Giue me an Ounce
Lear. of Ciuet; good Apothecary sweeten my immagination:
Lear. There's money for thee.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. O let me kisse that hand.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Let me wipe it first,
Lear. It smelles of Mortality.
Glou. O ruin'd peece of Nature, this great world
Glou. Shall so weare out to naught.
Glou. Do'st thou know me?
Lear. I remember thine eyes well enough: dost thou