Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Luc. Let's see the Boyes face.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Hee's aliue my Lord.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Hee'l then instruct vs of this body: Young one,
Luc. Informe vs of thy Fortunes, for it seemes
Luc. They craue to be demanded: who is this
Luc. Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow? Or who was he
Luc. That (otherwise then noble Nature did)
Luc. Hath alter'd that good Picture? What's thy interest
Luc. In this sad wracke? How came't? Who is't?
Luc. What art thou?
Imo. Imo.
Imo. I am nothing; or if not,
Imo. Nothing to be were better: This was my Master,
Imo. A very valiant Britaine, and a good,
Imo. That heere by Mountaineers lyes slaine: Alas,
Imo. There is no more such Masters: I may wander
Imo. From East to Occident, cry out for Seruice,
Imo. Try many, all good: serue truly: neuer