Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Foole. nay, & thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'lt catch
Foole. colde shortly, there take my Coxcombe; why this fellow
Foole. ha's banish'd two on's Daughters, and did the third a
Foole. blessing against his will, if thou follow him, thou must
Foole. needs weare my Coxcombe. How now Nunckle? would
Foole. I had two Coxcombes and two Daughters.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Why my Boy?
Fool. Fool.
Fool. If I gaue them all my liuing, I'ld keepe my Coxcombes
Fool. my selfe, there's mine, beg another of thy
Fool. Daughters.
Lear. Take heed Sirrah, the whip.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. Truth's a dog must to kennell, hee must bee
Foole. whipt out, when the Lady Brach may stand by'th' fire
Foole. and stinke.
Lear. A pestilent gall to me.