Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Not one word more my maides, breake off,
Rosa. breake off.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. By heauen, all drie beaten with pure scoffe.
King. King.
King. Farewell madde Wenches, you haue simple
King. wits.
King. Exeunt.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Twentie adieus my frozen Muscouits.
Qu. Are these the breed of wits so wondred at?
Boyet. Boyet.
Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweete breathes
Boyet. puft out.
Rosa. Wel‑liking wits they haue, grosse, grosse, fat, fat.
Qu. O pouertie in wit, Kingly poore flout.
Qu. Will they not (thinke you) hang themselues to night?