Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. Theres a good mother boy, that blots thy fa (ther
Const. Const.
Const. There's a good granddame boy
Const. That would blot thee.
Aust. Aust.
Aust. Peace.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Heare the Cryer.
Aust. What the deuill art thou?
Bast. One that wil play the deuill sir with you,
Bast. And a may catch your hide and you alone:
Bast. You are the Hare of whom the Prouerb goes
Bast. Whose valour plucks dead Lyons by the beard:
Bast. Ile smoake your skin‑coat and I catch you right,
Bast. Sirra looke too't, yfaith I will, yfaith.
Blan. Blan.
Blan. O well did he become that Lyons robe,
Blan. That did disrobe the Lion of that robe.