Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Knight. your Daughter.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Ha Saist thou so?
Knigh. Knigh.
Knigh. I beseech you pardon me my Lord, if I bee
Knigh. mistaken, for my duty cannot be silent, when I thinke
Knigh. your Highnesse wrong'd.
Lear. Thou but remembrest me of mine owne Conception,
Lear. I haue perceiued a most faint neglect of late,
Lear. which I haue rather blamed as mine owne iealous curiositie,
Lear. then as a very pretence and purpose of vnkindnesse;
Lear. I will looke further intoo't: but where's my Foole? I
Lear. haue not seene him this two daies.
Knight. Knight.
Knight. Since my young Ladies going into France
Knight. Sir,
Knight. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Knight. Sir, the Foole hath much pined away.