Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Now, presently: bid them come forth and heare me,
Lear. Or at their Chamber doore Ile beate the Drum,
Lear. Till it crie sleepe to death.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. I would haue all well betwixt you.
Glo. Exit.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Oh me my heart! My rising heart! But downe.
Foole. Foole.
Foole. Cry to it Nunckle, as the Cockney did to the
Foole. Eeles, when she put 'em i'th' Paste aliue, she knapt 'em
Foole. o'th' coxcombs with a sticke, and cryed downe wantons,
Foole. downe; 'twas her Brother, that in pure kindnesse to his
Foole. Horse buttered his Hay.
Foole. Enter Cornewall, Regan, Gloster, Seruants.
Lear. Good morrow to you both.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Haile to your Grace. Kent here set at liberty.
Reg. Reg.