Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Cym. Vpon a desperae bed, and in a time
Cym. When fearefull Warres point at me: Her Sonne gone,
Cym. So needfull for this present? It strikes me, past
Cym. The hope of comfort. But for thee, Fellow,
Cym. Who needs must know of her departure, and
Cym. Dost seeme so ignorant, wee'l enforce it from thee
Cym. By a sharpe Torture.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. Sir, my life is yours,
Pis. I humbly set it at your will: But for my Mistris,
Pis. I nothing know where she remaines: why gone,
Pis. Nor when she purposes returne. Beseech your Highnes,
Pis. Hold me your loyall Seruant.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. Good my Liege,
Lord. The day that she was missing, he was heere;
Lord. I dare be bound hee's true, and shall performe
Lord. All parts of his subiection loyally. For Cloten,
Lord. There wants no diligence in seeking him,
Lord. And will no doubt be found.