Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Makes it take head from all indifferency,
Bast. From all direction, purpose, course, intent.
Bast. And this same byas, this Commoditie,
Bast. This Bawd, this Broker, this all‑changing‑word,
Bast. Clap'd on the outward eye of fickle France,
Bast. Hath drawne him from his owne determin'd ayd,
Bast. From a resolu'd and honourable warre,
Bast. To a most base and vile‑concluded peace.
Bast. And why rayle I on this Commoditie?
Bast. But for because he hath not wooed me yet:
Bast. Not that I haue the power to clutch my hand,
Bast. When his faire Angels would salute my palme,
Bast. But for my hand, as vnattempted yet,
Bast. Like a poore begger, raileth on the rich.
Bast. Well, whiles I am a begger, I will raile,
Bast. And say there is no sin but to be rich:
Bast. And being rich, my vertue then shall be,
Bast. To say there is no vice, but beggerie:
Bast. Since Kings breake faith vpon commoditie,
Bast. Gaine be my Lord, for I will worship thee.