Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Lodo. Hearke.
Rod. Rod.
Rod. Oh wretched Villaine.
Lod. Lod.
Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night;
Lod. These may be counterfeits: Let's think't vnsafe
Lod. To come into the cry, without more helpe.
Rod. Nobody come: then shall I bleed to death.
Rod. Enter Iago.
Lod. Hearke.
Gra. Gra.
Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with Light, and
Gra. Weapons.
Iago. Iago.
Iago. Who's there?
Iago. Who's noyse is this that cries on murther?
Lodo. Lodo.
Lodo. We do not know.