Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lan. Doe you not know me Father.
Gob. Gob.
Gob. Alacke sir I am sand blinde, I know you not.
Lan. Lan.
Lan. Nay, indeede if you had your eies you might
Lan. faile of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knowes
Lan. his owne childe. Well, old man, I will tell you newes of
Lan. your son, giue me your blessing, truth will come to light,
Lan. murder cannot be hid long, a mans sonne may, but in the
Lan. end truth will out.
Gob. Praie you sir stand vp, I am sure you are not
Gob. Lancelet my boy.
Lan. Praie you let's haue no more fooling about
Lan. it, but giue mee your blessing: I am Lancelet your
Lan. boy that was, your sonne that is, your childe that
Lan. shall be.
Gob. I cannot thinke you are my sonne.