Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Cur. Haue you heard of no likely Warres toward,
Cur. 'Twixt the Dukes of Cornwall, and Albany?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Not a word.
Cur. Cur.
Cur. You may do then in time,
Cur. Fare you well Sir.
Cur. Exit.
Bast. The Duke be here to night? The better best,
Bast. This weaues it selfe perforce into my businesse,
Bast. My Father hath set guard to take my Brother,
Bast. And I haue one thing of a queazie question
Bast. Which I must act, Briefenesse, and Fortune worke.
Bast. Enter Edgar.
Bast. Brother, a word, discend; Brother I say,
Bast. My Father watches: O Sir, fly this place,
Bast. Intelligence is giuen where you are hid;
Bast. You haue now the good aduantage of the night,
Bast. Haue you not spoken 'gainst the Duke of Cornewall?