Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Hora. Colours, and Attendants.
Fortin. Fortin.
Fortin. Where is this sight?
Hor. Hor.
Hor. What is it ye would see;
Hor. If ought of woe, or wonder, cease your search.
For. For.
For. His quarry cries on hauocke. Oh proud death,
For. What feast is toward in thine eternall Cell.
For. That thou so many Princes, at a shoote,
For. So bloodily hast strooke.
Amb. Amb.
Amb. The sight is dismall,
Amb. And our affaires from England come too late,
Amb. The eares are senselesse that should giue vs hearing,
Amb. To tell him his command'ment is fulfill'd,
Amb. qq
Amb. That
Amb. The Tragedie of Hamlet.
Amb. That Rosincrance and Guildensterne are dead: