Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. Then be't so my good Lord:
Cor. How do's the King?
Gent. Gent.
Gent. Madam sleepes still.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. O you kind Gods!
Cor. Cure this great breach in his abused Nature,
Cor. Th'vntun'd and iarring senses, O winde vp,
Cor. Of this childe‐changed Father.
Gent. So please your Maiesty,
Gent. That we may wake the King, he hath slept long?
Cor. Be gouern'd by your knowledge, and proceede
Cor. I'th' sway of your owne will: is he array'd?
Cor. Enter Lear in a chaire carried by Seruants
Gent. I Madam: in the heauinesse of sleepe,
Gent. We put fresh garments on him.
Gent. Be by good Madam when we do awake him,