Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
M.Ford. Why man, why?
Ford. Ford.
Ford. Master Page, as I am a man, there was one con
Ford. uay'd out of my house yesterday in this basket: why
Ford. may not he be there againe, in my house I am sure he is:
Ford. my Intelligence is true, my iealousie is reasonable, pluck
Ford. me out all the linnen.
Mist.Ford. Mist.Ford.
Mist.Ford. If you find a man there, he shall dye a Fleas
Mist.Ford. death.
Page. Page.
Page. Heer's no man.
Shal. Shal.
Shal. By my fidelity this is not well Mr. Ford: This
Shal. wrongs you.
Euans. Euans.
Euans. Mr Ford, you must pray, and not follow the
Euans. imaginations of your owne heart: this is iealousies.
Ford. Well, hee's not heere I seeke for.