Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Sta. But yet you see, how soone the Day o're‑cast.
Sta. This sudden stab of Rancour I misdoubt:
Sta. Pray God (I say) I proue a needlesse Coward.
Sta. What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. Come, come, haue with you:
Hast. Wot you what, my Lord,
Hast. To day the Lords you talke of, are beheaded.
Sta. Sta.
Sta. They, for their truth, might better wear their Heads,
Sta. Then some that haue accus'd them, weare their Hats.
Sta. But come, my Lord, let's away.
Sta. Enter a Pursuiuant.
Hast. Goe on before, Ile talke with this good fellow.
Hast. Exit Lord Stanley, and Catesby.
Hast. How now, Sirrha? how goes the World with thee?
Purs. Purs.
Purs. The better, that your Lordship please to aske.