Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. My brother Robert, old Sir Roberts sonne:
Bast. Colbrand the Gyant, that same mighty man,
Bast. Is it Sir Roberts sonne that you seeke so?
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Sir Roberts sonne, I thou vnreuerend boy,
Lady. Sir Roberts sonne? why scorn'st thou at sir Robert?
Lady. He is Sir Roberts sonne, and so art thou.
Bast. Iames Gournie, wilt thou giue vs leaue a while?
Gour. Gour.
Gour. Good leaue good Philip.
Bast. Philip, sparrow, Iames,
Bast. There's toyes abroad, anon Ile tell thee more.
Bast. Exit Iames.
Bast. Madam, I was not old Sir Roberts sonne,
Bast. Sir Robert might haue eat his part in me
Bast. Vpon good Friday, and nere broke his fast:
Bast. Sir Robert could doe well, marrie to confesse