Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
1. ayre comes out, ayre comes in: There's none abroad so
1. wholesome as that you vent.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. If my Shirt were bloody, then to shift it.
Clot. Haue I hurt him?
2 2
2 No faith: not so much as his patience.
1 1
1 Hurt him? His bodie's a passable Carkasse if he bee
1 not hurt. It is a through‑fare for Steele if it be not hurt.
2 His Steele was in debt, it went o'th'Backe‑side the
2 Towne.
Clot. The Villaine would not stand me.
2 No, but he fled forward still, toward your face.
1 Stand you? you haue Land enough of your owne:
1 But he added to your hauing, gaue you some ground.