Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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. Gob.
Gob. I cannot thinke you are my sonne.
Lan. Lan.
Lan. I know not what I shall thinke of that: but I am
Lan. Lancelet the Iewes man, and I am sure Margerie your wife
Lan. is my mother.
Gob. Her name is Margerie indeede, Ile be sworne if
Gob. thou be Lancelet, thou art mine owne flesh and blood:
Gob. Lord worshipt might he be, what a beard hast thou got;
Gob. thou hast got more haire on thy chin, then Dobbin my
Gob. philhorse has on his taile.
Lan. It should seeme then that Dobbins taile
Lan. growes backeward. I am sure he had more haire of his
Lan. taile then I haue of my face when I lost saw him.