Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Dol. What lusty Trumpet thus doth summon vs?
Dol. Enter Bastard.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. According to the faire‑play of the world,
Bast. Let me haue audience: I am sent to speake:
Bast. My holy Lord of Millane, from the King
Bast. I come to leare how you haue dealt for him:
Bast. And, as you answer, I doe know the scope
Bast. And warrant limited vnto my tongue.
Pand. Pand.
Pand. The Dolphin is too wilfull opposite
Pand. And will not temporize with my intreaties:
Pand. He flatly saies, hee ll not lay downe his Armes.
Bast. By all the bloud that euer fury breath'd,
Bast. The youth saies well. Now heare our English King,
Bast. For thus his Royaltie doth speake in me:
Bast. He is prepar'd, and reason to he should,
Bast. This apish and vnmannerly approach,
Bast. This harness'd Maske, and vnaduised Reuell,