Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Imo. That euer hath but clipt his body; is dearer
Imo. In my respect, then all the Heires aboue thee,
Imo. Were they all made such men: How now Pisanio?
Imo. Enter Pisanio,
Clot. Clot.
Clot. His Garments? Now the diuell.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently.
Clot. His Garment?
Imo. I am sprighted with a Foole,
Imo. Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my woman
Imo. Search for a Iewell, that too casually
Imo. Hath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me
Imo. If I would loose it for a Reuenew,
Imo. Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,
Imo. I saw't this morning: Confident I am.
Imo. Last night 'twas on mine Arme; I kiss'd it,
Imo. I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord