Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. I know no newes, my Lord.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. What Paper were you reading?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Nothing my Lord.
Glou. No? what needed then that terrible dispatch of
Glou. it into your Pocket? The quality of nothing, hath not
Glou. such neede to hide it selfe. Let's see: come, if it bee nothing,
Glou. I shall not neede Spectacles.
Bast. I beseech you Sir, pardon mee; it is a Letter
Bast. from my Brother, that I haue not all ore‐read; and for so
Bast. much as I haue perus'd, I finde it not fit for your ore‐looking.
Glou. Giue me the Letter, Sir.
Bast. I shall offend, either to detaine, or giue it:
Bast. The Contents, as in part I vnderstand them,
Bast. Are too blame.