Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Eli. Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge,
Eli. And like thy brother to enioy the land:
Eli. Or the reputed sonne of Cordelion,
Eli. Lord of thy presence, and no land beside.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Madam and if my brother had my shape
Bast. And I had his, sir Roberts his like him,
Bast. And if my legs were two such riding rods,
Bast. My armes, such eele‑skins stuft, my face so thin,
Bast. That in mine eare I durst not sticke a rose,
Bast. Lest men should say, looke where three farthings goes,
Bast. And to his shape were heyre to all this land,
Bast. Would I might neuer stirre from off this place,
Bast. I would giue it euery foot to haue this face:
Bast. It would not be sir nobbe in any case.
Elinor. Elinor.
Elinor. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy fortune,
Elinor. Bequeath thy land to him, and follow me?
Elinor. I am a Souldier, and now bound to France.