Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Suf. Would curses kill, as doth the Mandrakes grone,
Suf. I would inuent as bitter searching termes,
Suf. As curst, as harsh, and horrible to heare,
Suf. Deliuer'd strongly through my fixed teeth,
Suf. With full as many signes of deadly hate,
Suf. As leane‑fac'd enuy in her loathsome caue.
Suf. My tongue should stumble in mine earnest words,
Suf. Mine eyes should sparkle like the beaten Flint,
Suf. Mine haire be fixt an end, as one distract:
Suf. I, euery ioynt should seeme to curse and ban,
Suf. And euen now my burthen'd heart would breake
Suf. Should I not curse them. Poyson be their drinke.
Suf. Gall, worse then Gall, the daintiest that they taste:
Suf. Their sweetest shade, a groue of Cypresse Trees:
Suf. Their cheefest Prospect, murd'ring Basiliskes:
Suf. Their softest Touch, as smart as Lyzards stings:
Suf. Their Musicke, frightfull as the Serpents hisse,
Suf. And boading Screech‑Owles, make the Consort full.
Suf. All the foule terrors in darke seated hell›
Q. Q.