Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. That doth not smoake of obseruation,
Bast. And so am I whether I smacke or no:
Bast. And not alone in habit and deuice,
Bast. Exterior forme, outward accoutrement;
Bast. But from the inward motion to deliuer
Bast. Sweet, sweet, sweet poyson for the ages tooth,
Bast. Which though I will not practice to deceiue,
Bast. Yet to auoid deceit I meane to learne;
Bast. For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising:
Bast. But who comes in such haste in riding robes?
Bast. What
Bast. The life and death of King Iohn.
Bast. What woman post is this? hath she no husband
Bast. That will take paines to blow a horne beforeher?
Bast. O me, 'tis my mother: how now good Lady,
Bast. What brings you heere to Court so hastily?
Bast. Enter Lady Faulconbridge and Iames Gurney.
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Where is that slaue thy brother? where is he?
Lady. That holds in chase mine honour vp and downe.