Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Imo. Imo.
Imo. I am nothing; or if not,
Imo. Nothing to be were better: This was my Master,
Imo. A very valiant Britaine, and a good,
Imo. That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine: Alas,
Imo. There is no more such Masters: I may wander
Imo. From East to Occident, cry out for Seruice,
Imo. Try many, all good: serue truly: neuer
Imo. Finde such another Master.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. 'Lacke, good youth:
Luc. Thou mou'st no lesse with thy complaining, then
Luc. Thy Maister in bleeding: say his name, good Friend.
Imo. Richard du Champ: If I do lye, and do
Imo. No harme by it, though the Gods heare, I hope
Imo. They'l pardon it. Say you Sir?
Luc. Thy name?