Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bast. Mine was secure.
Reig. Reig.
Reig. And so was mine, my Lord.
Charl. Charl.
Charl. And for my selfe, most part of all this Night
Charl. Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct,
Charl. I was imploy'd in passing to and fro,
Charl. About relieuing of the Centinels.
Charl. Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?
Ioane. Ioane.
Ioane. Question (my Lords) no further of the case,
Ioane. How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place,
Ioane. But weakely guarded, where the breach was made:
Ioane. And now there, rests no other shift but this,
Ioane. To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,
Ioane. And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.
Ioane. Exeunt.
Ioane. Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot:
Ioane. they flye, leauing their Clothes behind.
Sould. Sould.