The Land of My Father

My father's land, as was my father's will. Sirah, your brother is legitimate. Do you not read some tokens of my son in the large composition of this man? Mine I hath well examined his parts and finds them perfect,. Richard. Sarah, speak. What doth move you to claim your brother's land? Because he hath a half face like my father. With half that face would ye have all my land. A half face to groat five hundred pound a year. Well sir, but this you cannot get my land. Your town must be how he employed my mother. And if he were, he came into the world full fourteen weeks before the course of time