. Complete works of William Shakespeare . nd, to his shape, were heir to all this land,Would I might never stir from off: this place,I would give it every foot to have this face;I would not be sir Nob in any case. [tune, Eli. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy for-Bequeath thy land to him and follow me ?I am a soldier and now bound to France, [chance. 150 Bast. Brother, take you my land, I 11 take myYour face hath got five hundred pound a year,Yet sell your face for five pence and t is , I 11 follow you unto the death. Eli. Kay, I would have you go before me thither. Bast. Our c
. Complete works of William Shakespeare . nd, to his shape, were heir to all this land,Would I might never stir from off: this place,I would give it every foot to have this face;I would not be sir Nob in any case. [tune, Eli. I like thee well: wilt thou forsake thy for-Bequeath thy land to him and follow me ?I am a soldier and now bound to France, [chance. 150 Bast. Brother, take you my land, I 11 take myYour face hath got five hundred pound a year,Yet sell your face for five pence and t is , I 11 follow you unto the death. Eli. Kay, I would have you go before me thither. Bast. Our country manners give our betters way. K. John. What is thy name r Bast. Philip, my liege, so is my name begun;Philip, good old sir Roberts wifes eldest son. K. John. From henceforth bear his name whoseform thou bearst: 160 Kneel thou down Philip, but rise more great,Arise sir Richard and Plantagenet. [hand: Bast. Brother by the mothers side, give me yourMy father gave me honour, yours gave blessed be the hour, by night or day, 15. Act l TkinQ Sobn. When I was got, sir Robert was away! ML The very spirit of Plantagenet!I am thy grandam, Richard; call me so. [though ? Bast. Madam, by chance but not by truth; whatSomething about, a little from the right, 170 In at the window, or else oer the hatch:Who dares not stir by day must walk by night,And have is have, however men do catch:Near or far off, well won is still well shot,And I am I, howeer I was begot. [desire; K. John. Go, Faulconb ridge: now hast thou thyA landless knight makes thee a landed , madam, and come, Richard, we must speedFor France, for France, for it is more than need. Bast. Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee J180For thou wast got i the way of honesty. [Exeunt all but foot of honour better than I was;But many a many foot of land the , now can I make any Joan a lady.* Good den, sir Richard!—c God-a-mercy, fellow!—And if his name be George, I 11 call him Peter;For ne
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