Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Ad. Ad.
Ad. What my yong Master, oh my gentle master,
Ad. Oh my sweet master, O you memorie
Ad. Of old Sir Rowland; why, what make you here?
Ad. Why are you vertuous? Why do people loue you?
Ad. And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
Ad. Why would you be so fond to ouercome
Ad. The bonnie priser of the humorous Duke?
Ad. Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Ad. Know you not Master, to seeme kinde of men,
Ad. Their graces serue them but as enemies,
Ad. No more doe yours: your vertues gentle Master
Ad. Are sanctified and holy traitors to you:
Ad. Oh what a world is this, when what is comely
Ad. Enuenoms him that beares it?
Ad. Why, what's the matter?
Ad. O vnhappie youth,
Ad. Come not within these doores: within this roofe
Ad. The enemie of all your graces liues