Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gen. Madam do you, 'tis fittest.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. How does my Royall Lord?
Cor. How fares your Maiesty?
Lear. Lear.
Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o'th' graue,
Lear. Thou art a Soule in blisse, but I am bound
Lear. Vpon a wheele of fire, that mine owne teares
Lear. Do scal'd, like molten Lead.
Cor. Sir, do you know me?
Lear. You are a spirit I know, where did you dye?
Cor. Still, still, farre wide.
Gen. Gen.
Gen. He's scarse awake,
Gen. Let him alone a while.
Lear. Where haue I bin?