Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Prythee away.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. 'Tis Noble Kent your Friend.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. A plague vpon you Murderors, Traitors all,
Lear. I might haue sau'd her, now she's gone for euer:
Lear. Cordelia, Cordelia, stay a little. Ha:
Lear. What is't thou saist? Her voice was euer soft,
Lear. Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman.
Lear. I kill'd the Slaue that was a hanging thee.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. 'Tis true (my Lords) he did.
Lear. Did I not fellow?
Lear. I haue seene the day, with my good biting Faulchion
Lear. I would haue made him skip: I am old now,
Lear. And these same crosses spoile me. Who are you?
Lear. Mine eyes are not o'th' best, Ile tell you straight.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. If Fortune brag of two, she lou'd and hated,