Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alb. With boote, and such addition as your Honours
Alb. Haue more then merited. All Friends shall
Alb. Taste the wages of their vertue, and all Foes
Alb. The cup of their deseruings: O see, see.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. And my poore Foole is hang'd: no, no, no life?
Lear. Why should a Dog, a Horse, a Rat haue life,
Lear. And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Lear. Neuer, neuer, neuer, neuer, neuer.
Lear. Pray you vndo this Button. Thanke you Sir,
Lear. Do you see this? Looke on her? Looke her lips,
Lear. Looke there, looke there. He dis.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. He faints, my Lord, my Lord.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Breake heart, I prythee breake.
Edg. Looke vp my Lord.
Kent. Vex not his ghost, O let him passe, he hates him,