Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Nor. Enter King, reading of a Scedule.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. I would 'twer somthing ytthat would fret the string,
Sur. The Master‑cord on's heart.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. The King, the King.
King. King.
King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
King. To his owne portion? And what expence by'th'houre
King. Seemes to flow from him? How, i'th'name of Thrift
King. Does he rake this together? Now my Lords,
King. Saw you the Cardinall?
Nor. Nor.
Nor. My Lord, we haue
Nor. Stood heere obseruing him. Some strange Commotion
Nor. Is in his braine: He bites his lip, and starts,
Nor. Stops on a sodaine, lookes vpon the ground,
Nor. Then layes his finger on his Temple: straight
Nor. Springs out into fast gate, then stops againe,
Nor. Strikes his brest hard, and anon, he casts