Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Flo. (He bad me say so) more then all the Scepters,
Flo. And those that beare them, liuing.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. Oh my Brother,
Leo. (Good Gentleman) the wrongs I haue done thee, stire
Leo. Afresh within me: and these thy offices
Leo. (So rarely kind) are as Interpreters
Leo. Of my behind‑hand slacknesse. Welcome hither,
Leo. As is the Spring to th’Earth. And hath he too
Leo. Expos’d this Paragon to th’fearefull vsage
Leo. (At least vngentle) of the dreadfull Neptune,
Leo. To greet a man, not worth her paines; much lesse,
Leo. Th’aduenture of her person?
Flo. Flo.
Flo. Good my Lord,
Flo. She came from Libia.
Leo. Where the Warlike Smalus,
Leo. That Noble honor’d Lord, is fear’d, and lou’d?