Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. Philip, sparrow, Iames,
Bast. There's toyes abroad, anon Ile tell thee more.
Bast. Exit Iames.
Bast. Madam, I was not old Sir Roberts sonne,
Bast. Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me
Bast. Vpon good Friday, and nere broke his fast:
Bast. Sir Robert could doe well, marrie to confesse
Bast. Could get me sir Robert could not doe it;
Bast. We know his handy‑worke, therefore good mother
Bast. To whom am I beholding for these limmes?
Bast. Sir Robert neuer holpe to make this legge.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Hast thou conspired with thy brother too,
Lady. That for thine owne gaine shouldst defend mine honor?
Lady. What meanes this scorne, thou most vntoward knaue?
Bast. Knight, knight good mother, Basilisco‑like:
Bast. What, I am dub'd, I haue it on my shoulder:
Bast. But mother, I am not Sir Roberts sonne,