Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. Scena Secunda.
Gon. [Act 1, Scene 2]
Gon. Enter Bastard.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Thou Nature art my Goddesse, to thy Law
Bast. My seruices are bound, wherefore should I
Bast. Stand in the plague of custome, and permit
Bast. The curiosity of Nations, to depriue me?
Bast. For that I am some twelue, or fourteene Moonshines
Bast. Lag of a Brother? Why Bastard? Wherefore base?
Bast. When my Dimensions are as well compact,
Bast. My minde as generous, and my shape as true
Bast. As honest Madams issue? Why brand they vs
Bast. With Base? With basenes Bastardie? Base, Base?
Bast. Who in the lustie stealth of Nature, take
Bast. More composition, and fierce qualitie,
Bast. Then doth within a dull stale tyred bed
Bast. Goe to th' creating a whole tribe of Fops
Bast. Got 'tweene a sleepe, and wake? Well then,
Bast. Legitimate Edgar, I must haue your land,