Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glo. Where is the villaine, Edmund?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. Pursue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what?
Bast. Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship,
Bast. Gainst
Bast. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Bast. But that I told him the reuenging Gods,
Bast. 'Gainst Paricides did all the thunder bend,
Bast. Spoke with how manifold, and strong a Bond
Bast. The Child was bound to'th' Father; Sir in fine,
Bast. Seeing how lothly opposite I stood
Bast. To his vnnaturall purpose, in fell motion
Bast. With his prepared Sword, he charges home
Bast. My vnprouided body, latch'd mine arme;
Bast. And when he saw my best alarum'd spirits
Bast. Bold in the quarrels right, rouz'd to th' encounter,
Bast. Or whether gasted by the noyse I made,