Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Say one of your watches.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. Nay Ile watch you for that, and that's one of
Cres. the cheefest of them too: If I cannot ward what I would
Cres. not haue hit, I can watch you for telling how I took the
Cres. blow, vnlesse it swell past hiding, and then it's past wat
Cres. ching.
Cres. Enter Boy.
Pan. You are such another.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Sir, my Lord would instantly speake with you.
Pan. Where?
Boy. At your owne house.
Pan. Good Boy tell him I come, I doubt he bee hurt.
Pan. Fare ye well good Neece.