Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Glo. Now Edmund, where's the villaine?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out,
Bast. Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone
Bast. To stand auspicious Mistris.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. But where is he?
Bast. Looke Sir, I bleed.
Glo. Where is the villaine, Edmund?
Bast. Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could.
Glo. Pursue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what?
Bast. Perswade me to the murther of your Lordship,
Bast. Gainst
Bast. The Tragedie of King Lear.
Bast. But that I told him the reuenging Gods,