Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Dia. So there's my riddle, one that's dead is quicke,
Dia. And now behold the meaning.
Dia. Enter Hellen and Widdow.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Is there no exorcist
Kin. Beguiles the truer Office of mine eyes?
Kin. Is't reall that I see?
Hel. Hel.
Hel. No my good Lord,
Hel. Y
Hel. 'Tis
Hel. All's Well, that Ends Well.
Hel. 'Tis but the shadow of a wife you see,
Hel. The name, and not the thing.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Both, both, O pardon.
Hel. Oh my good Lord, when I was like this Maid,
Hel. I found you wondrous kinde, there is your Ring,
Hel. And looke you, heeres your letter: this it sayes,