Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. Well pray you Father.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Now good sir, what are you?
Edg. Edg.
Edg. A most poore man, made tame to Fortunes blows
Edg. Who, by the Art of knowne, and feeling sorrowes,
Edg. Am pregnant to good pitty. Giue me your hand,
Edg. Ile leade you to some biding.
Glou. Heartie thankes:
Glou. The bountie, and the benizon of Heauen
Glou. To boot, and boot.
Glou. Enter Steward.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. A proclaim'd prize: most happie
Stew. That eyelesse head of thine, was first fram'd flesh
Stew. To raise my fortunes. Thou old, vnhappy Traitor,
Stew. Breefely thy selfe remember: the Sword is out
Stew. That must destroy thee.