Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Gon. Neuer afflict your selfe to know more of it:
Gon. But let his disposition haue that scope
Gon. As dotage giues it.
Gon. Enter Lear.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. What fiftie of my Followers at a clap?
Lear. Within a fortnight?
Alb. Alb.
Alb. What's the matter, Sir?
Lear. Ile tell thee:
Lear. Life and death, I am asham'd
Lear. That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus,
Lear. That these hot teares, which breake from me perforce
Lear. Should make thee worth them.
Lear. Blastes and Fogges vpon thee:
Lear. Th'vntented woundings of a Fathers curse
Lear. Pierce euerie sense about thee. Old fond eyes,
Lear. Beweepe this cause againe, Ile plucke ye out,
Lear. And cast you with the waters that you loose