Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. That of thy death, and businesse, I can tell.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. The King is mad:
Glou. How stiffe is my vilde sense
Glou. That I stand vp, and haue ingenious feeling
Glou. Of my huge Sorrowes? Better I were distract,
Glou. So should my thoughts be seuer'd from my greefes,
Glou. Drum afarre off.
Glou. And woes, by wrong imaginations loose
Glou. The
Glou. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Glou. The knowledge of themselues.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Giue me your hand:
Edg. Farre off methinkes I heare the beaten Drumme.
Edg. Come Father, Ile bestow you with a Friend.
Edg. Exeunt.
Edg. Scoena Septima.
Edg. [Act 4, Scene 6]
Edg. Enter Cordelia, Kent, and Gentleman.