Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bel. Did you but know the Citties Vsuries,
Bel. And felt them knowingly: the Art o'th'Court,
Bel. As hard to leaue, as keepe: whose top to climbe
Bel. Is certaine falling: or so slipp'ry, that
Bel. The feare's as bad as falling. The toyle o'th'Warre,
Bel. A paine that onely seemes to seeke out danger
Bel. I'th'name of Fame, and Honor, which dyes i'th'search,
Bel. And hath as oft a sland'rous Epitaph,
Bel. As Record of faire Act. Nay, many times
Bel. Doth ill deserue, by doing well: what's worse
Bel. Must curt'sie at the Censure. Oh Boyes, this Storie
Bel. The World may reade in me: My bodie's mark'd
Bel. With Roman Swords; and my report, was once
Bel. First, with the best of Note. Cymbeline lou'd me,
Bel. And when a Souldier was the Theame, my name
Bel. Was not farre off: then was I as a Tree
Bel. Whose boughes did bend with fruit. But in one night,
Bel. A Storme, or Robbery (call it what you will)
Bel. Shooke downe my mellow hangings: nay my Leaues,
Bel. And left me bare to weather.