Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Cham. Cham.
Cham. Sweet Ladies will it please you sit; Sir Harry
Cham. Place you that side, Ile take the charge of this:
Cham. His Grace is entring. Nay, you must not freeze,
Cham. Two women plac'd together, makes cold weather:
Cham. My Lord Sands, you are one will keepe 'em waking:
Cham. Pray sit betweene these Ladies.
San. San.
San. By my faith,
San. And thanke your Lordship: by your leaue sweet Ladies,
San. If I chance to talke a little wilde, forgiue me:
San. I had it from my Father.
An. Bul. An. Bul.
An. Bul. Was he mad Sir?
San. O very mad exceeding mad, in loue too;
San. But he would bite none, iust as I doe now,
San. He would Kisse you Twenty with a breath.
Cham. Well said my Lord: