Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. No more of that, I haue noted it well, goe you
Lear. and tell my Daughter, I would speake with her. Goe you
Lear. call hither my Foole; Oh you Sir, you, come you hither
Lear. Sir, who am I Sir?
Lear. Enter Steward.
Ste. Ste.
Ste. My Ladies Father.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. My Ladies Father? my Lords knaue, you whorson
Lear. dog, you slaue, you curre.
Ste. I am none of these my Lord,
Ste. I beseech your pardon.
Lear. Do you bandy lookes with me, you Rascall?
Ste. Ile not be strucken my Lord.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Nor tript neither, you base Foot‐ball plaier.