Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Host. borough.
Beg. Beg.
Beg. Third, or fourth, or fift Borough, Ile answere
Beg. him by Law. Ile not budge an inch boy: Let him come,
Beg. and kindly.
Beg. Falles asleepe.
Beg. Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine.
Lo. Lo.
Lo. Huntsman I charge thee, tender wel my hounds,
Lo. Brach Meriman, the poore Curre is imbost,
Lo. And couple Clowder with the deepe‑mouth'd brach,
Lo. Saw'st thou not boy how Siluer made it good
Lo. At the hedge corner, in the couldest fault,
Lo. I would not loose the dogge for twentie pound.
Hunts. Hunts.
Hunts. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord,
Hunts. He cried vpon it at the meerest losse,
Hunts. And twice to day pick'd out the dullest sent,
Hunts. Trust me, I take him for the better dogge.
Lord. Lord.