Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Brother, take you my land, Ie take my chance;
Bast. Your face hath got fiue hundred pound a yeere,
Bast. Yet sell your face for fiue pence and 'tis deere:
Bast. Madam, Ile follow you vnto the death.
Elinor. Elinor.
Elinor. Nay, I would haue you go before me thither.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Our Country manners giue our betters way.
K. Iohn. K. Iohn.
K. Iohn. What is thy name?
Bast. Philip my Liege, so is my name begun,
Bast. Philip, good old Sir Roberts wiues eldest sonne.
K. Iohn. From henceforth beare his name
K. Iohn. Whose forme thou bearest:
K. Iohn. Kneele thou downe Philip, but rise more great,
K. Iohn. Arise Sir Richard, and Plantagenet.
Bast. Brother by th'mothers side, giue me your hand,