Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. Lady.
Lady. King Richard Cordelion was thy father,
Lady. By long and vehement suit I was seduc'd
Lady. To make roome for him in my husbands bed:
Lady. Heauen lay not my transgression to my charge,
Lady. That art the issue of my deere offence
Lady. Which was so strongly vrg'd past my defence.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Now by this light were I to get againe,
Bast. Madam I would not wish a better father:
Bast. Some sinnes doe beare their priuiledge on earth
Bast. And so doth yours: your fault, was not your follie,
Bast. Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose,
Bast. Subiected tribute to commanding loue,
Bast. Against whose furie and vnmatched force,
Bast. The awlesse Lion could not wage the fight,
Bast. Nor keepe his Princely heart from Richards hand:
Bast. He that perforce robs Lions of their hearts,
Bast. May easily winne a womans: aye my mother,
Bast. With all my heart I thanke thee for my father: