Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. Will call discreetUnusally, a spacemarker appears in a medial position in this word. It has been inked, presumably erroneously. proceeding.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. For you know Nunckle, the Hedge‐Sparrow
Foole. fed the Cuckoo so long, that it's had it head bit off by it
Foole. young, so out went the Candle, and we were left darkling.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Are you our Daughter?
Gon. Gon.
Gon. I would you would make vse of your good wisedome
Gon. (Whereof I know you are fraught), and put away
Gon. These dispositions, which of late transport you
Gon. From what you rightly are.
Gon. Foole. May
Gon. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Foole. May not an Asse know, when the Cart drawes
Foole. the Horse?
Foole. Whoop Iugge I loue thee.
Lear. Do's any heere know me?