Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bra. Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie.
Bra. Light, I say, light.
Bra. Exit.
Iag. Iag.
Iag. Farewell: for I must leaue you.
Iag. It seemes not meete, nor wholesome to my place
Iag. To be producted, (as if I stay, I shall,)
Iag. Against the Moore. For I do know the State,
Iag. (How euer this may gall him with some checke)
Iag. Cannot with safetie cast him. For he's embark'd
Iag. With such loud reason to the Cyprus Warres,
Iag. (Which euen now stands in Act) that for their soules
Iag. Another of his Fadome, they haue none,
Iag. To lead their Businesse. In which regard,
Iag. Though I do hate him as I do hell apines,
Iag. Yet, for necessitie of present life,
Iag. I must show out a Flag, and signe of Loue,
Iag. (Which is indeed but signe) that you shal surely find him
Iag. Lead to the Sagitary the raised Search:
Iag. And there will I be with him. So farewell.