Gob. Alacke sir I am sand blinde, I know you not

Lan. Nay, indeede if you had your eies you might

faile of the knowing me: it is a wise Father that knowes

his owne childe. Well, old man, I will tell you newes of

your son, giue me your blessing, truth will come to light,

murder cannot be hid long, a mans sonne may, but in the

end truth will out

Gob. Praie you sir stand vp, I am sure you are not

Lancelet my boy

Lan. Praie you let's haue no more fooling about

it, but giue mee your blessing: I am Lancelet your

boy that was, your sonne that is, your childe that

shall be

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