Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. All's cheerlesse, darke, and deadly,
Kent. Your eldest Daughters haue fore‐done themselues,
Kent. And desperately are dead
Lear. Lear.
Lear. I so I thinke.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. He knowes not what he saies, and vaine is it
Alb. That we present vs to him.
Alb. Enter a Messenger.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Very bootlesse.
Mess. Mess.
Mess. Edmund is dead my Lord.
Alb. That's but a trifle heere:
Alb. You Lords and Noble Friends, know our intent,
Alb. What comfort to this great decay may come,
Alb. Shall be appli'd. For vs we will resigne,
Alb. During the life of this old Maiesty
Alb. To him our absolute power, you to your rights,