Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Lear.
Lear. Follow me not, stay here.
Lear. Exit.
Gen. Gen.
Gen. Made you no more offence,
Gen. But what you speake of?
Kent. Kent.
Kent. None:
Kent. How chance the King comes with so small a number?
Foole. Foole.
Foole. And thou hast beene set i'th' Stockes for that
Foole. question, thoud'st well deseru'd it.
Kent. Why Foole?
Foole. Wee'l set thee to schoole to an Ant, to teach
Foole. thee ther's no labouring i'th' winter. All that follow their
Foole. noses, are led by their eyes, but blinde men, and there's
Foole. not a nose among twenty, but can smell him that's stinking;
Foole. let go thy hold when a great wheele runs downe a