Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. My father gaue me honor, yours gaue land:
Bast. Now blessed be the houre by night or day
Bast. When I was got, Sir Robert was away.
Ele. Ele.
Ele. The very spirit of Plantaginet:
Ele. I am thy granddame Richard, call me so.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Madam by chance, but not by truth, what tho;
Bast. Something about a little from the right,
Bast. In at the window, or else ore the hatch:
Bast. Who dares not stirre by day, must walke by night,
Bast. And haue is haue, how euer men doe catch:
Bast. Neere or farre off, well wonne is still well shot,
Bast. And I am I, how ere I was begot.
K. Iohn. K. Iohn.
K. Iohn. Goe, Faulconbridge, now hast thou thy desire,
K. Iohn. A landlesse Knight, make thee a landed Squire:
K. Iohn. Come Madam, and come Richard, we must speed.
K. Iohn. For France, for France, for it is more then need.