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· Eli. There's a good mother, boy, that blots thy
father. Conft. There's a good grandam, boy, that would
Faulo. One that will play the devil, fir, with you,
Blanch. O, well did he become that lion's robe, That did disrobe the lion of that robe !
Fauli. It lies as fightly on the back of him, As great Alcides' shoes upon an ass :
But, ass, I'll take that burden from your back;
Auft. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears
ference. King John, this is the very sum of all, England, and Ireland, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, In right of Arthur do I claim of thée : Wilt thou refign them, and lay down thy arms?
K. John. My life as foon :- I do defy thee, France, Arthur of Bretagne, yield thee to my hand; : And, out of my dear love, I'll give thee more Than e'er the coward hand of France can win : Submit thee, boy.
Eli. Come to thy grandam, child.
Conft. Do, child, go to it' grandanı, child:
Arth. Good my mother, peace!
I point thus :
plagu'd for her
Her injury, the beadle to her fin.