Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Phi. That still I lay vpon my mothers head,
Phi. But that I am as well begot my Liege
Phi. (Faire fall the bones that tooke the paines for me)
Phi. Compare our faces, and be Iudge your selfe
Phi. If old Sir Robert did beget us both,
Phi. And were our father, and this sonne like him:
Phi. O old sir Robert Father, on my knee
Phi. I giue heauen thankes I was not like to thee.
K. Iohn. K. Iohn.
K. Iohn. Why what a mad‑cap hath heauen lent vs here?
Elen. Elen.
Elen. He hath a tricke of Cordilions face,
Elen. The accent of his tongue affecteth him:
Elen. Doe you not read some tokens of my sonne
Elen. In the large composition of this man?
Elen. a
Elen. K. Ioh
Elen. The life and death of King Iohn.
K. Iohn. Mine eye hath well examined his parts,