Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. For instant remedy. Be then desir'd
Gon. By her, that else will take the thing she begges,
Gon. A little to disquantity your Traine,
Gon. And the remainders that shall still depend,
Gon. To be such men as may besort your Age,
Gon. Which know themselues, and you.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Darknesse, and Diuels.
Lear. Saddle my horses: call my Traine together.
Lear. Degenerate Bastard, Ile not trouble thee;
Lear. Yet haue I left a daughter.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. You strike my people, and your disorder'd rable,
Gon. make Seruants of their Betters.
Gon. Enter Albany.
Lear. Woe, that too late repents:
Lear. Is it your will, speake Sir? Prepare my Horses.
Lear. Ingratitude! thou Marble‐hearted Fiend,
Lear. More hideous when thou shew'st thee in a Child,