Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Clo. Clo.
Clo. I cannot finde those Runnagates, that Villaine
Clo. Hath mock'd me. I am faint.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Those Runnagates?
Bel. Meanes he not vs? I partly know him, 'tis
Bel. Cloten, the Sonne o'th'Queene. I feare some Ambush:
Bel. I saw him not these many yeares, and yet
Bel. I know 'tis he: We are held as Out‑Lawes: Hence.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. He is but one: you, and my Brother search
Gui. What Companies are neere: pray you away,
Gui. Let me alone with him.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Soft, what are you
Clot. That flye me thus? Some villaine‑Mountainers?
Clot. I haue heard of such. What Slaue art thou?
Gui. A thing
Gui. More slauish did I ne're, then answering