Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lord. We haue alwayes truly seru’d you, and beseech’
Lord. So to esteeme of vs: and on our knees we begge,
Lord. (As recompence of our deare seruices
Lord. Past, and to come) that you doe change this purpose,
Lord. Which being so horrible, so bloody, must
Lord. Lead on to some foule Issue. We all kneele.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. I am a Feather for each Wind that blows:
Leo. Shall I liue on, to see this Bastard kneele,
Leo. And call me Father? better burne it now,
Leo. Then curse it then. But be it: let it liue.
Leo. It shall not neyther. You Sir, come you hither:
Leo. You that haue beene so tenderly officious
Leo. With Lady Margerie, your Mid‑wife there,
Leo. To saue this Bastards life; for 'tis a Bastard,
Leo. So sure as this Beard’s gray. What will you aduenture,
Leo. To saue this Brats life?
Antig. Antig.
Antig. Any thing (my Lord)
Antig. That my abilitie may vndergoe,