Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Reg. I am glad to see your Highnesse.
Lear. Lear.
Lear. Regan, I thinke you are. I know what reason
Lear. I haue to thinke so, if thou should'st not be glad,
Lear. I would diuorce me from thy Mother Tombe,
Lear. Sepulchring an Adultresse. O are you free?
Lear. Some other time for that. Beloued Regan,
Lear. Thy Sisters naught: oh Regan, she hath tied
Lear. Sharpe‐tooth'd vnkindnesse, like a vulture heere,
Lear. I can scarce speake to thee, thou'lt not beleeue
Lear. With how deprau'd a quality. Oh Regan.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. I pray you Sir, take patience, I haue hope
Reg. You lesse know how to value her desert,
Reg. Then she to scant her dutie.
Lear. Say? How is that?
Reg. I cannot thinke my Sister in the least
Reg. Would faile her Obligation. If Sir perchance