Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lear. Lear.
Lear. No Regan, thou shalt neuer haue my curse:
Lear. Thy tender‐hefted Nature shall not giue
Lear. Thee o're to harshnesse: Her eyes are fierce, but thine
Lear. Do comfort, and not burne. 'Tis not in thee
Lear. To grudge my pleasures, to cut off my Traine,
Lear. To bandy hasty words, to scant my sizes,
Lear. And in conclusion, to oppose the bolt
Lear. Against my comming in. Thou better know'st
Lear. The Offices of Nature, bond of Childhood,
Lear. Effects of Curtesie, dues of Gratitude:
Lear. Thy halfe o'th' Kingdome hast thou not forgot,
Lear. Wherein I thee endow'd.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. Good Sir, to'th' purpose. Tucket within.
Lear. Who put my man i'th' Stockes?
Lear. Enter Steward.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. What Trumpet's that?