Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Imo. As fearefull as a Siege.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. If not at Court,
Pis. Then not in Britaine must you bide.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Where then?
Imo. Hath Britaine all the Sunne that shines? Day? Night?
Imo. Are they not but in Britaine? I'th'worlds Volume
Imo. Our Britaine seemes as of it, but not in't:
Imo. In a great Poole, a Swannes‑nest, prythee thinke
Imo. There's liuers out of Britaine.
Pis. I am most glad
Pis. You thinke of other place: Th'Ambassador,
Pis. Lucius the Romane comes to Milford‑Hauen
Pis. To morrow. Now, if you could weare a minde
Pis. Darke, as your Fortune is, and but disguise
Pis. That which t'appeare it selfe, must not yet be,
Pis. But by selfe‑danger, you should tread a course
Pis. Pretty, and full of view: yea, happily, neere