Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Adri. My bloud is mingled with the crime of lust:
Adri. For if we two be one, and thou play false,
Adri. I doe digest the poison of thy flesh,
Adri. Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
Adri. Keepe then faire league and truce with thy true bed,
Adri. I liue distain'd, thou vndishonoured.
Antip. Antip.
Antip. Plead you to me faire dame? I know you not:
Antip. In Ephesus I am but two houres old,
Antip. As strange vnto your towne, as to your talke,
Antip. Who euery word by all my wit being scan'd,
Antip. Wants wit in all, one word to vnderstand.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Fie brother, how the world is chang'd with you:
Luci. When were you wont to vse my sister thus?
Luci. She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. By Dromio?
Drom. Drom.
Drom. By me.