Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Duke. that so sweetly were forsworne,
Duke. And those eyes: the breake of day
Duke. lights that doe mislead the Morne;
Duke. But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,
Duke. Seales of loue, but seal'd in vaine, seal'd in vaine.
Duke. Enter Duke.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Breake off thy song, and haste thee quick away,
Mar. Here comes a man of comfort, whose aduice
Mar. Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.
Mar. I cry you mercie, Sir, and well could wish
Mar. You had not found me here so musicall.
Mar. Let me excuse me, and beleeue me so,
Mar. My mirth it much displeas'd, but pleas'd my woe.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. 'Tis good; though Musick oft hath such a charme
Duk. To make bad, good; and good prouoake to harme.
Duk. I pray you tell me, hath any body enquir'd for mee here
Duk. to day; much vpon this time haue I promis'd here
Duk. to meete.