Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Rich. Boy.
Rich. Exit.
Rich. The deepe reuoluing wittie Buckingham,
Rich. No more shall be the neighbor to my counsailes.
Rich. Hath he so long held out with me, vntyr'd,
Rich. And stops he now for breath? Well, be it so.
Rich. Enter Stanley.
Rich. How now, Lord Stanley, what's the newes?
Stanley. Stanley.
Stanley. Know my louing Lord, the Marquesse Dorset
Stanley. As I heare, is fled to Richmond,
Stanley. In the parts where he abides.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Come hither Catesby, rumor it abroad,
Rich. That Anne my Wife is very grieuous sicke,
Rich. I will take order for her keeping close.
Rich. Inquire me out some meane poore Gentleman,
Rich. Whom I will marry straight to Clarence Daughter:
Rich. The Boy is foolish, and I feare not him.
Rich. Looke how thou dream'st: I say againe, giue out,