BASTARD. Madam, an if my brother had my shape And I had his, Sir Robert's his, like him; And if my legs were two such riding-rods, My arms such eel-skins stuff'd, my face so thin That in mine ear I durst not stick a rose Lest men should say 'Look where three-farthings goes!' And, 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.

Madam an If My Brother Had My Shape

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