Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Glou. Come hither fellow.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. And yet I must:
Edg. Blesse thy sweete eyes, they bleede.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Know'st thou the way to Douer?
Edg. Both style, and gate; Horseway, and foot‐path:
Edg. poore Tom hath bin scar'd out of his good wits. Blesse
Edg. thee good mans sonne, from the foule Fiend.
Glou. Here take this purse, y whom the heau'ns plagues
Glou. Haue humbled to all strokes: that I am wretched
Glou. Makes thee the happier: Heauens deale so still:
Glou. Let the superfluous, and Lust‐dieted man,
Glou. That slaues your ordinance, that will not see
Glou. Because he do's not feele, feele your powre quickly:
Glou. So distribution should vndoo excesse,
Glou. And each man haue enough. Dost thou know Douer?