Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Tra. So had you neede:
Tra. In breefe Sir, sith it your pleasure is,
Tra. And I am tyed to be obedient,
Tra. For so your father charg'd me at our parting:
Tra. Be seruiceable to my sonne (quoth he)
Tra. Although I thinke 'twas in another sense,
Tra. I am content to bee Lucentio,
Tra. Because so well I loue Lucentio.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Tranio be so, because Lucentio loues,
Luc. And let me be a slaue, t'atchieue that maide,
Luc. Whose sodaine sight hath thral'd my wounded eye.
Luc. Enter Biondello.
Luc. Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin?
Bion. Bion.
Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where
Bion. are you? Maister, ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your
Bion. cloathes, or you stolne his, or both? Pray what's the
Bion. newes?