Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Where am I? Faire day light?
Lear. I am mightily abus'd; I should eu'n dye with pitty
Lear. To see another thus. I know not what to say:
Lear. I will not sweare these are my hands: let's see,
Lear. I feele this pin pricke, would I were assur'd
Lear. Of my condition.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. O looke vpon me Sir,
Cor. And hold your hand in benediction o're me,
Cor. You must not kneele.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Pray do not mocke me:
Lear. I am a very foolish fond old man,
Lear. Fourescore and vpward,
Lear. Not an houre more, nor lesse:
Lear. And to deale plainely,
Lear. I feare I am not in my perfect mind.
Lear. Me thinkes I should know you, and know this man,
Lear. Yet I am doubtfull: For I am mainely ignorant
Lear. What place this is: and all the skill I haue