Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kent. I cannot conceiue you.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Sir, this yong Fellowes mother could; wherevpon
Glou. she grew round womb'd, and had indeede (Sir) a
Glou. Sonne for her Cradle, ere she had husband for her bed.
Glou. Do you smell a fault?
Kent. Kent.
Kent. I cannot wish the fault vndone, the issue of it,
Kent. being so proper.
Glou. But I haue a Sonne, Sir, by order of Law, some
Glou. yeere elder then this; who, yet is no deerer in my account,
Glou. though this Knaue came somthing sawcily to the
Glou. world before he was sent for: yet was his Mother fayre,
Glou. there was good sport at his making, and the horson must
Glou. be acknowledged. Doe you know this Noble Gentleman,
Glou. Edmond?
Edm. Edm.
Edm. No, my Lord.