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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].

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SCENE VII.

Glo.
I'm sorry for thee, friend. 'Tis the Duke's pleasure,
Whose disposition, all the world well knows,
⁶ ^noteWill not be rubb'd nor stopp'd. I'll intreat for thee.

Kent.
Pray, do not, Sir. I've watch'd and travell'd hard;
Sometime I shall sleep out, the rest I'll whistle.
A good man's fortune may grow out at heels.
Give you good morrow.

Glo.
The Duke's to blame in this, 'twill be ill taken. [Exit.

Kent.
⁷ ^note

Good King, that must approve the common Saw,
That out of heaven's benediction com'st
To the warm sun!
Approach, thou beacon to this under-globe, [Looking up to the moon.
That by thy comfortable beams I may
Peruse this letter. Nothing almost sees miracles,
But misery. ⁸ ^note

I know, 'tis from Cordelia, [Reading the letter.

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Who hath most fortunately been inform'd
Of my obscured course, and shall find time
From this enormous state seeking to give
Losses their remedies. All weary and o'er watch'd,
Take 'vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Fortune, good night; smile once more; turn thy wheel. [He sleeps.
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