Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Kin. You got it from her. She call'd the Saints to suretie,
Kin. That she would neuer put it from her finger,
Kin. Vnlesse she gaue it to your selfe in bed,
Kin. Where you haue neuer come: or sent it vs
Kin. Vpon her great disaster.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. She neuer saw it.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Thou speak'st it falsely: as I loue mine Honor,
Kin. And mak'st connecturall feares to come into me,
Kin. Which I would faine shut out, if it should proue
Kin. That thou art so inhumane, 'twill not proue so:
Kin. And yet I know not, thou didst hate her deadly,
Kin. And she is dead, which nothing but to close
Kin. Her eyes my selfe, could win me to beleeue,
Kin. More then to see this Ring. Take him away,
Kin. My fore‑past proofes, how ere the matter fall
Kin. Shall taze my feares of little vanitie,
Kin. Hauing vainly fear'd too little. Away with him,
Kin. Wee'l sift this matter further.