Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons,
Bast. As maids of thirteene do of puppi‑dogges.
Bast. What Cannoneere begot this lustie blood,
Bast. He speakes plaine Cannon fire, and smoake, and bounce,
Bast. He giues the bastinado with his tongue:
Bast. Our eares are cudgel'd, not a word of his
Bast. But buffets better then a fist of France:
Bast. Zounds, I was neuer so bethumpt with words,
Bast. Since I first cal'd my brothers father Dad.
Old Qu. Old Qu.
Old Qu. Son, list to this coniunction, make this match
Old Qu. Giue with our Neece a dowrie large enough,
Old Qu. For by this knot, thou shalt so surely tye
Old Qu. Thy now vnsur d assurance to the Crowne,
Old Qu. That yon greene boy shall haue no Sunne to ripe
Old Qu. The bloome that promiseth a mightie fruite.
Old Qu. I see a yeelding in the lookes of France:
Old Qu. Marke how they whisper, vrge them while their soules
Old Qu. Are capeable of this ambition,
Old Qu. Least zeale now melted by the windie breath