Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Fang. Sirrah, where's Snare?
Hostesse. Hostesse.
Hostesse. I, I, good M. Snare..
Snare. Snare.
Snare. Heere, heere.
Fang. Fang.
Fang. Snare, we must Arrest Sir Iohn Falstaffe.
Host. Host.
Host. I good M. Snare, I haue enter'd him, and all.
Sn. Sn.
Sn. It may chance cost some of vs our liues: he wil stab
Hostesse. Alas the day: take heed of him: he stabd me
Hostesse. in mine owne house, and that most beastly: he cares not
Hostesse. what mischeefe he doth, if his weapon be out. Hee will
Hostesse. foyne like any diuell, he will spare neither man, woman,
Hostesse. nor childe.
Fang. If I can close with him, I care not for his thrust.