Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Laui. Euen at thy Teat thou had'st thy Tyranny,
Laui. Yet euery Mother breeds not Sonnes alike,
Laui. Do thou intreat her shew a woman pitty.
Chiro. Chiro.
Chiro. What,
Chiro. Would'st thou haue me proue my selfe a bastard?
Laui. Laui.
Laui. 'Tis true,
Laui. The Rauen doth not hatch a Larke,
Laui. Yet haue I heard, Oh could I finde it now,
Laui. The Lion mou'd with pitty, did indure
Laui. To haue his Princely pawes par'd all away.
Laui. Some say, that Rauens foster forlorne children,
Laui. The whil'st their owne birds famish in their nests:
Laui. Oh be to me though thy hard hart say no,
Laui. Nothing so kind but something pittifull.
Tamo. Tamo.
Tamo. I know not what it meanes, away with her.
Lauin. Lauin.
Lauin. Oh let me teach thee for my Fathers sake,