Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Come, come, I am a King, Masters, know you that?
Gent. Gent.
Gent. You are a Royall one, and we obey you.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Then there's life in't. Come, and you get it,
Lear. You shall get it by running: Sa, sa, sa, sa.
Lear. Exit.
Gent. A sight most pittifull in the meanest wretch,
Gent. Past speaking of in a King. Thou hast a Daughter
Gent. Who redeemes Nature from the generall curse
Gent. Which twaine haue brought her to.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Haile gentle Sir.
Gent. Sir, speed you: what's your will?
Edg. Do you heare ought (Sir) of a Battell toward.
Gent. Most sure, and vulgar: