Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Eno. Well, and well am like to do, for I perceiue
Eno. Foure
Eno. The Tragedie of
Eno. Foure Feasts are toward.
Pom. Pom.
Pom. Let me shake thy hand,
Pom. I neuer hated thee: I haue seene thee fight,
Pom. When I haue enuied thy behauiour.
Enob. Enob.
Enob. Sir, I neuer lou'd you much, but I ha' prais'd ye,
Enob. When you haue well deseru'd ten times as much,
Enob. As I haue said you did.
Pom. Inioy thy plainnesse,
Pom. It nothing ill becomes thee:
Pom. Aboord my Gally, I inuite you all.
Pom. Will you leade Lords?
All. All.
All. Shew's the way, sir.