Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. That best becomes the Table: Pray you once more
Pol. Is not your Father growne incapeable
Pol. Of reasonable affayres? Is he not stupid
Pol. With Age, and altring Rheumes? Can he speake? heare?
Pol. Know man, from man? Dispute his owne estate?
Pol. Lies he not bed‑rid? And againe, do’s nothing
Pol. But what he did, being childish?
Flo. Flo.
Flo. No good Sir:
Flo. He has his health, and ampler strength indeed
Flo. Then most haue of his age.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. By my white beard,
Pol. You offer him (if this be so) a wrong
Pol. Something vnfilliall: Reason my sonne
Pol. Should choose himselfe a wife, but as good reason
Pol. The Father (all whose ioy is nothing else
Pol. But faire posterity) should hold some counsaile
Pol. In such a businesse.