Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Ber. Enter the Princsse, a Forrester, her Ladies, and
Ber. her Lords.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Was that the King that spurd his horse so hard,
Qu. Against he steepe vprising of the hill?
Boy. Boy.
Boy. I know not, but I thinke it was not he.
Qu. Who ere a was, a shew'd a mounting minde:
Qu. Well Lords, to day we shall haue our dispatch,
Qu. On Saterday we will returne to France.
Qu. Then Forrester my friend, Where is the ush
Qu. That we must stand and play the murtherer in?
For. For.
For. Hereby vpon the edge of yonder Coppice,
For. A Stand where you may make the fairest shoote.
Qu. I thanke my beautie, I am faire that shoote,
Qu. And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoote.